Today we introduce Jenny Williams and her new column, the Cupboard Cure. She will be testing old wive's tales and inventive fix-its that can be done with stuff we all have lying around the house. If you have a particular fixit problem, write to us and Jenny will run tests in her household lab. She will learn things the hard way so you don’t have to.
As a newly married couple, my husband and moved out of state and did what newlyweds typically do. We got a puppy. You know the drill: start with the animal to prepare for the children. And just like a toddler, this adorable animal has some separation anxiety issues. He can't be left alone in the house.
Ten summers ago, when I was living in the former parlor of converted mansion on Division Street in Ann Arbor, a small reddish-brown bat got stuck in my bedroom just around dusk.
As the critter circled the room's ionosphere, hugging the flaking cathedral ceilings and occasionally landing atop my threadbare damask curtains, my housemates and I considered our options from the safety of the hallway outside my room.