Kathleen Meyer's earth-loving sensibilities took her to Montana where she and her farrier spouse purchased an eighty-two year old barn. They envisioned rusticating in splendor, sleeping in the barn's mow and waking to the breathtaking sight of the Bitterroot Mountain Valley. They got the view. They only got the slumber when the mice didn't run over Patrick's oversized feet. Or when the baby bats weren't crashing into walls and beds to hone their flying skills. Or when the skunks didn't copulate, loudly, in the basement.

What's an environmentalist to do?

With wit and wisdom, Meyer describes her tortuous coexistence with nature while sharing her thoughts on the natural world around us.