Freakin' Bat!
Just sitting here on the couch surfing the web, minding my own business, and WHAT was that?! A Freaking Bat goes flying by. Broad daylight! I thought those little suckers only came out at night!
Oh course I know, they don't land in your hair, but my first instinct is to scream, cover my head with a pillow and run. I called my husband and he laughed a little and said he would head home to rescue me.
I didn't ask him to come home- he just offered! I hung up the phone and stood watching the little guy fly around the living room. But he wasn't as little as I would think he was pretty big. And not too cute either. He flew by the ceiling fan with ease a few times.
I noticed my cat Niki staring up at the top of a floor lamp . Then I thought, that is kind of silly, to have Gary leave work, drive home and rescue me - especially since I didn't even try to get the little bugger out on my own. So.........................I decided I would give it a try.
First I put all the shades in the room up. I had left the windows and shades closed today because it was so humid. Maybe that's why he came out during the day- it was pretty dark even though it was only about 4:30pm. He thought it was nighttime! Actually I am glad- can you imagine if it happened in the "dark of night?" oh I think I would have freaked out a little more.
Anyway, then I quietly walked over to the door, opened it slowly and propped the screen door open. Next I slowly went to the lamp, only about 3 feet away from the door, and carefully started tilting the lamp top in the direction of the opened door. All I could think was "if he comes out at me I am going to freak".
Slowly, carefully, and YIPPy! He was free! He flew out the door and around the front yard for a few seconds then off to a nearby tree.
After I had decided to try to get the bat out by myself, he was out within 2 minutes!!! Yay!
I called Gary immediately and told him I was SAFE NOW and he didn't need to come home. He laughed.
I did it. whew. Gary is going to have to try and figure out how he got in. Maybe the fireplace.
It must have been the fireplace. I can't think of where else, unless there is a small crack around one of the windows in the cellar. It'd be nice if you guys can figure it out. You know how Jess likes to name her pets and stuffed animals. I told her about the bat and she says if we were home, she would have named it "Iceman"
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