Monday, 10:00PM: Frantic call from Sherri.
“Daron, there is a BAT in my DINING ROOM, and you need to get over here NOWWW…” I asked her if she sang “Born Free” to it, but she didn’t think that was very funny. At all.
Monday, 10:15PM: Daron and I walk into Sherri’s living room with fishing net in hand. She’s perched on the couch, like the bat is going to nibble her toes or something, and has complete line-of-sight with the perpetrating bat in the dining room. She’s holding her defensive weapon of choice (broom),and is ready for combat. But only if assaulted.

“Daron, it only takes SEVEN minutes to get here on 540, and it took you TWELVE!! Where were you!!???” Daron shakes head. It takes inner strength to be brow-beaten by TWO bossy women in your life.
Daron and I head into the dining room, were we find the most adorable little brown bat all snuggled in for the night in Sherri’s curtains. I’m ready to take his close-up, when Daron informs me that he’s “had shots for this” and I hadn’t. Good point. I back off to a respectable distance, and begin to document the removal. Which took all of 3 minutes. A less competent Wildlife Biologist might have taken at least seven, but this man is an expert at his craft!


I always thought bats were squeakers, but this one was ANGRY. He sounded like hissing cat. I get crabby when people wake me up, and this bat was no exception. Daron expertly gets him out the front door, partially in a shoebox, where he intends to set him free to the night air. He’s intent on going, so I only had a split second to take his picture before he took flight.

The night wouldn’t have been complete without an exhaustive, but reassuring search through the attic, which thankfully and predictably produced nothing. Poor Sherri. She still didn’t sleep a wink that night…
5 comments:
I think technically I said... "GET IN YOUR CAR AND GET THIS FREAKING BAT OUT OF HERE... but you got the gist of it... but dude... he was rambling on about you have a bat??? really??? a bat??? Hey I might not be able to tell a muskrat from a groundhog but I know a bat when I see it…
Oh MY! Now that is a great story. Cute little bat. My favorite quote: Daron: I have had shots for this...you haven't.
Nice!
People think mice are cute too... I'm just sayin'. In Sherri's defense, I would have wet my pants. I am looking forward to hearing Daron's bat imitation!
We Austonians are well aquainted with bats--they're pretty cool---as long as they aren't spreading their filth on my lacy white curtains--okay, we don't have lacy white curtains---but still poor Sherri! P.S. I'm glad Daron didn't end up needing those shots!
I love the bat's face in the picture. It looks like his mouth is open, ready for an attack. Watch you toes!
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