Tibbe HATED those things. He couldn't find anyplace to hide from it so I'd let him outside after I took it down, got batteries and changed it outside. Course middle of the night I'm probably not going to sit on my back porch to do it! Why do those things always pick the wee hours to decide to warn us of low battery?
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |