Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Last night, just before bedtime, I was leaving the upstairs hall bathroom when all of a sudden I experienced a black thing flying around my head. It was a bat!
I let out a yell, and ran across the hall into the nearest bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
A moment later, I opened the door again slightly, to peek out into the hallway and see if the bat was still around. I saw more black fluttering -- and quickly shut the door again.
At that point, I decided that I was NOT going to leave that bedroom until the bat was gone. LOL
That, of course, was a luxury that I could afford, because my husband was in our bedroom.
If I lived alone, I would have had to deal with it myself.
So I was VERY grateful to be married at that moment.
(I experience similar feelings of gratitude every time the car has to be serviced.)
I consider myself to be a pretty strong, independent woman – and I don’t usually scare easily.
I grew up the oldest child in a home without a father, so my mother and I handled everything that came along.
Also, my husband traveled a lot in earlier years of our marriage, so I was the one who dealt with things when he was gone.
I have tackled with ants, bees, ticks, spiders, cockroaches, mice, raccoons, snakes, scorpions, and even a tarantula once.
(The tarantula was outside on the patio – and after a day of my carefully walking far around it, I learned that it was dead. LOL)
But I had never had a bat flying around my head before INSIDE my house -- and I decided I really didn’t want to face this one.
I took my cell phone and called my husband (who was in bed in the master bedroom -- one room away) on the house phone. LOL
I told him about the bat in the hallway -- and told him that this was going to be HIS project.
I was staying in the spare bedroom.
And, fortunately, my wonderful, courageous husband rose to the occasion.
My husband was the one who called the police non-emergency number, and was referred to our local animal control officer.
When the doorbell rang, it was my husband who dared to walk through that bat-occupied hallway to go downstairs and let the animal control officer into the house.
(If I had been alone, I think I might have given him the code to the garage door and asked him to let himself in to the house.)
Meanwhile, I was hiding out in the spare bedroom on the computer reading “How to get a bat out of your house.”
They said to wear heavy gloves (which were DOWNSTAIRS in our house)
and to throw a towel over the bat, pick it up gently (not to squeeze too tightly), and let it go outside.
The instructions went on to say that sometimes bats have trouble lifting off from the ground, so if that happened, I should help it out with a little boost. RIGHT!
The animal control officer, (I was told later) wearing a heavy leather glove, and carrying a large net, reached up over one of the doors, and captured the bat. He placed it in a container to be taken away.
It was after all that when I sheepishly emerged from the bedroom.
The bat would be tested for rabies. If it came back positive, my two indoor cats, who receive annual rabies vaccines, would have to be given another booster shot.
We were reassured that only about 3% come back positive in our area.
We thanked the animal control officer for all his help, and he left, taking the bat with him.
My husband and I then put some duct tape over the tiny gap where the attic pull-down door does not sit flush against the ceiling. We all decided that is where the bat came from.
We’ll do a permanent fix soon.
Later, when we were alone, my husband was gracious about my lapse in courage, and smilingly told me it hadn’t been that difficult to do.
Afterward, I texted my son, summarizing our brief adventure , and then told him good-night, I was finally going to bed.
“Sleep well, Mom” he texted back, “and don’t worry about that brown recluse spider that could be in your bed.”