Re: Roof of my convertible
"Why? Because my garden is alive.... and well, if you're scared of every kind of desease[sic] live under a glass bell and hope for the best"
It's not about being scared of every disease. It's about having to put up with SOMEONE ELSE'S pet shitting in your garden (or your car roof), and then having to clean up after it if you want to use your own garden. Or car roof. This annoyance is increased dramatically when you've chosen not to have one of your own.
Oh, and bats, hedgehogs, squirrels and dormice are not pets.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
