We were sitting in our TeeVee room and Bill said that there was something flying around in the living room. And it wasn't the wine speaking. Sure enough there was something flying around. And, of all the creepy things, it was a bat. So, what does one do at 11:15 pm in the middle of Jon Stewart. I guess one sacrifices watching the best show on the teevee to take care of it. Choices are:
1. Pool net? Rush outside to get it. Not going to work however.
2. Shop vac? Bat on top of mirror and hose won't reach.
3. Use the dyson vacuum and have bat guts all over it. Nope.
4. Drive to office get different vacuum. Which of course has long enough hose, but doesn't have enough suction and it's too narrow. So, I trap the bat between the wall and the end of the vacuum. Injure it. It falls to the floor. Then I rush to the basement to get the shop vac which has the suction and width to get it. So, the bat and the shop vac are now on the front porch waiting for disposal.
5. Oh, to be rednecks that don't mind killing things.
I am glad it's Friday tomorrow.
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Jim is such a hero. I was totally freaked out. I can sorta deal with mice in the house, but not flying rats! It was my idea to get the shoulder-strap vacuum, but that's about all the help I was. Leo the cat helped more than me, but I can live with that...
However, makes for a great post when you are such a creative writer!
Perhaps it was the "Birthday Bat" making an appearance in advance!
That's funny. Wonder how it got into the house?
You do know it is illegal to remove bats by killing them, don't you?
I'm serious. Our church had to pay $8000 to have the "Bat Man" --- Really, I'm not kidding, that is his business name --- come and remove the bats in a way that would not harm them.
Hopefully this blog is not being monitored by some wing of the current administration, or they have you for sure.
Great Bob. I am already paranoid enough about my radical nature. Now, I have to worry about the bat police.
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