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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Shakespeare's Sister had this post up about bats, and if you read the comments, you will read a fond reminiscence of my childhood, when my sister and I would stand outside at dusk, standing still while the bats flew around us. We thought it was very cool. Well, I thought it was cool, I can't really speak for Tree.

Interestingly enough, as I was sitting here playing freecell on the computer last night(because I had insomnia), out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flittering around, and I looked up and there was a bat flying around my kitchen! Would it surprise you to know that I did not say "cool!"? No, I believe I shrieked a very high pitched scream and possibly let out a stream of words that my mother has never heard me say. Bats outside = cool. Bats in my house = most definitely not cool!

I figured I would either attempt a capture and release, or I would run up the stairs and close all the doors behind me. The cons to my second plan included waking up to find the bat was captured by one of our cats, who would most definitely not attempt a release, unless I mean release as in "release the bats organs from within the confines of its skin."

Phew, I'm feeling less anxious now.

UPDATE: Not for those who don't know want to know what happens on Wild Kingdom when predator meets prey.

First, I opened all the doors on the main floor, to provide ample exit opportunities for our nocturnal visitor. Then picture this, if you will: your intrepid blogger, dressed in cotton pajama pants featuring a purple hibiscus print on a fuschia background and a non matching blue t-shirt, a pair of black boots, wearing a grey knit hat with earflaps, wielding a large stainless steel bowl in one oven mitt clad hand and a large frying pan in the other oven mitt clad hand, as she approaches the the swooping mammal with all the enthusiasm of a Young Republican headed to the recruiting office.

For what seemed an interminable amount of time, I attempted to herd the bat towards one of the exits. Then Casmir, our older cat, came hopping down the stairs, and before I could stop him, he jumped up and caught the bat in his mouth. He didn't play with it, he just bit down hard, and then acquiesced when I told him to drop the poor creature. I scooped up the bat and took him way out back, to the point where our backyard meets the backyards of 3 of our neighbors - a small no-man's land that no one rakes or trims or fertilizes, we just leave it as a boundary between our yards. And there I unceremoniously dumped the poor bugger, because between the bat and the dark and spiderwebs I walked through to get through the yard, I was seriously freaked out already.

Although I should probably go scoop up the bat and take it to make sure it didn't have rabies, right?
Oh boy. I so relate.

I love 'em outside.

Ask Kim about my bat story.

So sorry you girls are scarred by bats :)


True! Theresa does have a bat story!! (ROTFagain)

Elliott went to rescue her(T)from a bat one nite via a call from Ken who was at work and unable to play the hero. Theresa didnt have the guts to call herself but was gooabn endure a whole nite of bat flying around her house! (Choking on my laughter here) I find that hysterical!! :) (((sorry T)))) Not laughing At ya - just at ya :) LOLOL!
Don't think I would ever hesitate to call you house no matter what hour in that kind of emergency!

Take it tyou all didn't catch Nature on PBS this week?:) LOL
(was about vampire blood sucking varmints)
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