So we knew it was coming, just not sure when. The second day, thump - - - twang, boiing, boiiig, boiiiig.
The howling began - someone had run into the patio glass door:) Funny now but we expected to see a head severed and messing up the area rug.
Anyway, it was the concensus that something should be taped to the glass to warn others as the next victim may not be so fortunate.
If only we had some tape. Jumping up and down like a school girl I called out, "I do!" There was a touch of victory in my words. As we left home, I left only the kitchen sink. When I added Scotch tape to the ever growing pile, I was mocked and scorned, hee, hee.
So, now a rather glorious piece of foil adorns the glass - - -