Right across the street from Whoops Manor. Hehe! And that's the Whoops' babysitter.

you checked her references. no telling where some of these people come from

She seemed well grounded. Instead of a bat, she turns into an owl. We call her our hootinanny.

Friday\Saturday nights, 7pm to "11pm": Blood curdling screams, chainsaws, semi-horn blasts, canons, organ music,... stressed exotic animals.

Also stressed, Zoey, our Boston Terrier.