When Michael Riley bought a 1917 farmhouse on the Yellowstone River fifteen miles from where he grew up, he had no idea what he was getting into. Much of what was in store for him wasn't exactly "a delight," including the presence of an enormous bat colony and decades of guano. But luckily for readers, this memoir chronicling reclaiming the house, evicting the bats, and contemplating the life that had led him to this property is absolutely a delight. While he deftly uses his bat nemesis as a central axis to this moving memoir, the book is a love story about a forty-plus year marriage to a remarkable woman, about decades of teaching inspiring (and challenging) students, about rivers and mountains and dogs and poker, about sobriety and acceptance, and yes, even about a love affair-of sorts-with bats.
The book reveals the author's emotional life dealing with the trials of financial stress, his wife's cancer diagnosis, drought and flood, resolving a violent addictive past, and loss of venerable history. Acceptance arrives through learning the crucial role of bats in our ecosystem and the unexpected benefits of practicing yoga.