When I got the text from Husband saying “We have bats!!!!” I was not worried. I was amused. He tends to freak-out at anything furry with wings or legs or blood sucking fangs. Bats, I thought, are good. They eat mosquitos. Mosquitos are bad. I hate them more than I hate pickles and strawberries.
And then I got home and went into the attic with him and had a look at the bats – and saw there were like, THIRTY OF THEM!
THIRTY FREAKIN' BATS IN OUR ATTIC!!!
It was a bit creepy and I will admit I did squeal - but inside where Husband couldn’t hear me and judge. The bats were in the attic and we never go in the attic so, no harm, no foul. Right?
The next day, in broad daylight, I went up and snapped a few pictures. Proof to our friends and family we weren’t exaggerating. Apparently, I have a tendency to do that. And I took pictures, for my dear Mom who was weirdly excited about the bats. She wanted to find out what kind they were.
And what kind were they?
I have no idea. All I know was there was like, THIRTY OF THEM all tucked in the louvers of our gable, squeaking away and pooping all over the ground below!
Little known fact – well actually, a fact I didn’t ever think about until now. Bats sleep upside down and when they have to poop, they swing themselves upright, poop and then flip back upside down to sleep. In our case, the poop slides down the louvers and onto the would-be deck below. I say would-be because we pulled down the one that was held up by two bolts a year and a half ago and have yet to build the new one.
Anyway, last night, Husband noticed bat poop on the kitchen deck, below one of the other gables – we have three. Up into the attic we trouped to see if the bats had moved louvers and THE BATS WERE GONE! Like nowhere to be found! And even I bounced that flashlight beam about the attic spines (not sure that’s the right word) looking for them hanging about. One foot ready to run screaming if one of them was anywhere near me, but nothing. No bats at all. We had gone from THIRTY to none over night.
You know how you’ll see a spider on a wall, bend down to get your shoe – or in my Mom’s case, something to “rescue it” with – and when you stand up it’s gone? Well, missing bats are like that, only every little noise or flutter of the breeze means they’ve infiltrated the house and are about to attack. My neck is killing me from all the flipping and twisting about to make sure I'm not about to be swooped on. I’m also starting to have phantom mosquito bites. I want them to come back and live in plain sight.
The bat you can see is the bat you can love...
On a side note, this guy has been hanging around the yard this week.
Last night he had a stand off with Husband and his SUV. I tried to get a picture as proof but Wild Turkey shot me a look that said, “Back off, Lady.” and stalked off into the neighbor’s yard.
It is still not boring here.
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