This is my mailbox. As you can see, it’s bashed on one side, a wedding present from who we think was a bat-wielding redneck driving by our house the night of our wedding five years ago. An act of malice, or just another Saturday night in the country? We’ll never know. What I do know is that Jake tried to fix it by bashing the metal back out from the inside. You can see how successful that was. Guess it’s hard to get a good swing from inside a mailbox.
I have fantasies about owning a new shiny un-crumpled Netflix box one day….maybe a stately castle or an illustritious horse, but I guess that would be like hanging a sign that says, All Bats Welcome.