Vermin

There was such a commotion outside the parlor window this afternoon! My fellow boarders hastened from the room to ascertain what the impetus was for the gathering. Upon their return, they disclosed that a small bat was fighting for its life on the path.

Following a brief interval, I was notified that a police constable had been summoned. Tragically, his arrival coincided with the creature's departure from this life. He was then obliged to pick up the bat and convey it to the bin where other discarded items are fated to be deposited and stored prior to their ultimate departure from Greenbrier.

Tonight I shall sleep soundly, secure in the knowledge that our own version of Scotland Yard is ever-vigilant--willing and eager to intervene in our lives by any means not only necessary but possible, up to and including the disposal of deceased vermin.