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The bats we get don't eat mozzies, but rather prefer fruit (being "fruit bats" and all). Earlier this year all the golden cane palms around the pool were fruiting, and the bats came up from the river to land in the palms with all the grace of a clothes drying rack thrown into an electrical substation. Alas, for them, a cute, widdle possum that owns the local neighbourhood would come across the wires from over the road, jump onto the neighbour's roof, scoot along the fence, and leap-attack into the middle of his invaded food trough. The possum was silent, but the bats made a racket that'd silence a cat fight, before they'd take-off with all the complementary grace of sheet of corrugated iron in a hurricane. 'Twas a mite disturbing when trying to watch the telly, seeing as the balcony was at palm-canopy height, and said palms waved their fronds into it.
mklynds, how do you make Cream Soda? A local food market here gets in Boylan sodas from the States, and their Creme Soda is magic, but the shop being a "boutique" food market, it's pricey.
Cheers,
Marc
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