I have planned poorly.
It is five days until the Mother's Day brunch when I will have a dozen or so human visitors.
And, in the guest bathroom, I have fly predators hatching and chicks cheeping.
The dining room is just as lively -- with four dog crates, a few with Border collies and one with an incubator with hatching eggs.
And yet, I'm not too worried.
Because a house full of lively critters guarantees lively conversation, right? And, if nothing else, it might just distract from a cobweb, a bone buried in the couch, a layer of dust.