The Dry Guys came by at around noon today. They looked around, used their very cool sensor tool things (it's a technical term), and decided everything needed another 24 hours to dry.

As if that weren't bad enough, a few hours later the porch — that is, the perch — on the more popular plastic nest box FELL OFF. I can't believe that hot glue let me down. I have another nest box, all ready to pop into the Finsterium, but Bruce Of The Long Arms still isn't home. In fact, he won't be back until late Monday night. And even with the step stool, I just can't reach to put the box in that far, top corner.

Where is Bao Xishun when you need him?!

Those poor, flummoxed Finsters! At least they don't sleep in that box.