Wildlife Refuge

Monday night the Mrs. and I met up at the Queen after work. We were feeling ambitious and decided to insulate the master bathroom. It is fairly easy work. I measure and cut the insulation and she staples it up. As we started work, she noticed a sizeable pile of bird crap on the newly laid wood floor.

"Will that stain?"

"I don’t think so," I replied. "It's funny, the Queen has been sitting up here for years with an open attic, but the birds and critters don't start coming until after we close her up. I can't figure it out."

"It makes sense."

"How?"

"The house wasn't a shelter until we closed it up."

"That's sad. We’ve spent the last three years working on a house that wasn't fit for wild animals to live in. That just doesn't seem right."

She shrugged and started stapling up the next bat of insulation.


On the upside, at least it's fit for animals now. That is progress. Another couple of months and maybe it'll be fit for people.