Unannounced Visitors

I’m ambivalent about the scene at my front door.

Do I want them to come back?

And by saying “them” I don’t mean the parents. These visitors are the new generation. Yet they return to the scene of their parents’, ahem, indiscretions. I blush. I know the couple who came last year were monogamous. They met, they mated, and then they created a soft comfy home for their offspring.

I’ll admit, I admired the tenacity of the parents as they, unannounced and at first unwelcome, built a hom...