Middy here. After a long vacation from you my readers, I thought I’d share my delight and dismay, yes, dismay over a
polyp gizmo that’s been affixed to several of my ceilings for the past 6 months.
It’s called a Nest Protect but looks like nothing I would ever suggest putting in a nest…of any kind. Frankly, I believe that would be quite silly.
For the most part it hasn’t been much of an annoyance. The alarm which sounds like Julie Andrews usually goes off when my occupants burn their toast or kale chips, then in what appears to be an ancient African ritual they run towards the Nest waving their hands to and fro. This must be a type of mating ritual?
The woman that lives in the Nest seems to run on some sort of wireless internal energy capsule called a battery. Again, “Julie” seems quite nice and very intelligent. Somehow, I feel more smart for knowing her.
Nest does have her issues though. There was this one time early on when she completely snapped and started yelling for no reason. Disaster ensued and before you knew it, fire fighters were at the door ready to break through windows that had just been replaced a couple months before.
Regardless of the benefits this fertility god has to offer, my recommendation…give some time to the parents of Nest Protect to refine her manners, Julie has a long way to go.