“Batty! Quite batty.”

Well, I’ve had my fill of excitement for the evening.  After I turned out my light, I heard a noise in the hall.  It sounded like someone banging into things.  At first I thought it was my imagination.  I’ve had several nightmares this week, and I haven’t been sleeping well.  So I just thought it was in my head.  Then I heard the noise again.  I flipped on a light, donned my robe, and peeked into the hall.

And then I saw it.  A shadow swooping across the ceiling.  Oh.  Crap.  I knew immediately what it was.  They’ve gotten into our house many times before.  A bat.  A tiny, cute little brown bat.  They live in our attic.  I have no idea how they manage to actually get into the house, but it happens.  Normally it happens when mom is here to deal with them.  Unfortunately it was all up to me this time.  I couldn’t let the little thing stay trapped inside to die.

I flipped on the hall light, and went looking for something with a long handle.  I found a metal mop with a clip-on base about 8 inches long in mom’s room.  I did a careful survey of her room to make sure he hadn’t flown in there, and then I went back into the hall to look for him.  He wasn’t in the stairwell or on the landing.  Apparently he fled those areas after I turned on the light.  So I poked my head into dad’s room, the last place he could have gone.  There he was hanging on the wall, his little bat chest heaving with exertion and fear.  I wanted to try to trap him in something while he was stationary (mom caught one in a basket once), but as soon as I flipped on the light, he started flying around the room in panicked circles.

I shut the doors to the bedroom and bathroom, and opened the door out onto the deck as wide as it would go (mentally thanking mom and dad for having had the foresight to build a deck off that room).  Then I started trying to direct him out with my mop handle.  It wasn’t particularly effective, but after he’d circled a few times, he started swooping lower, and eventually he must have recognized the refuge of darkness or felt the cool night air coming in the door, because he flew out on his own.

Thank heavens for small blessings.  I’m going back to bed now.

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4 Responses to ““Batty! Quite batty.””

  1. Yusuf Says:

    You have to be a very brave person. Not many young women in your place would have kept their cool.

    Luckily for you it was a “he” not a “she.” You wouldn’t have been able to get rid of a “she” so easily.

    Just kidding.

    Yusuf

  2. bumble525 Says:

    I’m used to bats. They’ve been getting in the house ever since I was a child. I can remember at least five other occasions when it’s happened.

    As to that other part, hahaha. You’re hilarious. Not. 🙂

  3. Anwyn Says:

    Good job. Love it when they fly out on their own.

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