Bat. Bat. Come out wherever you are.
Last night my daughter woke me while I was snoozing on the downstairs couch – I love falling asleep on the couch. “Mom I can’t sleep – wake up.” Then as I slowly woke up, there was another surprise. “Mom there’s a bat!” Swoop. Swoop.
I’m just too tired for this. Mia said call the police, I said no, we can do this. So I suited up. Leather gloves, long sleeved shirt, baseball cap, beach towel and tennis racket. (I’ve done this before.)
“Quick! Open the front door.” I watched the bat swoop and circle the room. Plan A is for the bat to escort himself out. Plan B is for me to quietly sneak up on him when he lands and scoop him up in the large towel and then rush him out the front door. We were forced to enact Plan C. After losing sight of the Bat, we went upstairs, closed all doors leading to the bedroom and went into a restless bat filled dreaming sleep.
The bat continues to tease us. Waking up late for school is never a pleasant feeling. Then throw in the fact that the bat moved into my daughter’s room sometime during the night and was now preventing any access to the closet. WE ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL BECAUSE THERE WAS A BAT IN THE BEDROOM. Seriously, I’m grabbing clothes from the closet like it’s going to bite me – or suck me into a dangerous bat infested vortex– and throwing them in the hallway at my daughter – can you wear this?
“Long story short” as I sometimes say, I cannot find the bat all day – it ducked into my daughter’s closet and I could not for the life of me find the flying terror. All day.
My daughter comes home after school to pack an overnite bag for a sleepover…She declares that she is never going into her bedroom until I guarantee that the bat is gone. Not going to happen. So, she finally is convinced to go into the room and pack. I have her back. Leather gloves & tennis racket. She grabs her suitcase from the top shelf of the closet. “Mom! The bat is on the suitcase! Mom! The bat! Suitcase!” It figures.
So I grab the suitcase, with the bat firmly attached and scuttle – yes I scuttled – down the stairs and out the front door…mumbling to myself the whole time. “Come on Mr. Bat…let’s go outside. Hang On. Outside for you Mr. Bat.” The bat remained intact on the suitcase, like he owns the suitcase. Hanging on like it is his carryon bag.
I’m guessing he was fast asleep and bit annoyed that we were waking him up and sending him packing. Yes, we sent that Bat packing 😉 Kind of. Sort of. I think he wanted to steal the suitcase. Oy.
Still sleeping. Kind of.
Then we wake him up….He is not happy!.
Crazy times. Batty times. He is fierce! .
This is what I call “Batitude”!
Recovered the suitcase. Sent him packing.
Happy ending. He promptly flew away once he woke up and stopped bat-freaking out.