When we moved into our old farmhouse we knew about the bats
in the barn. We liked having them swoop around at night, eating their weight in
mosquitos. It was fun to see them exit the corner of the barn roof, dipping
slightly before taking flight. We soon found we also had bats in the attic. We
weren’t so crazy about those.
The first time a bat got into the house my husband was away.
I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of wings in my bedroom. Try to
imagine it. No, don’t. Once you’ve heard it, you never forget.
“City girl” hadn’t completely transitioned to “country girl”
yet, and even the country girl would have had issues—big ones—with a bat in her
bedroom. I leaped out of bed. Did I rush to my toddler daughter’s room to
protect her? No, I ran downstairs, poured myself a scotch, and called my
husband.
Ha! Maybe I should write a bats-in-the-bedroom post.
ReplyDeleteMe too!
DeleteHave we all had bats-in-the-bedroom experiences? Our house in Pittsburgh was a haven for them, and whenever Rich was on the road, one seemed to find its way into our bedroom, where the ceiling fan confounded it.
ReplyDeleteYes, Pittsburgh is where we had one in the bedroom.
DeleteOh, yes, I'd love to read all the bats-in-the-bedroom experiences! Snakes in the toilet, too (although I've never had one of those).
ReplyDeleteEeek!
ReplyDeleteOh gosh - and now I'm wondering about the degrees of separation between your bat, Helen's bat and IB's bat.
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