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Well, more accurately, one bat.
Now I like bats, only this one was in my house and that ain't so good.
Here I am sitting at the computer and taking to my husband when this thing crawls across the floor and under some tapes by the TV. Both Wil and I just froze for a moment both thinking "What the HELL was that?"
I recovered first, I'm thinking that it moved weird. IT looked like something large and then something small and it was hiding in a very small space at the moment. Then a little nose poked out and I go "Mouse".
So Wil, bless him, crawls up to it with a very large book going to whack it quick before it can run away. Sudden he goes: "It's a bat." And backs up.
And just to prove the fact the little creature crawls/walks out of it's hiding place, clearly showing that he was a very cute small fuzzy brown bat. I have no clue where he came from or how long he's been around and we as clearly not really happy with being here.
He doesn't fly but he does make those really cool bat noises as he crawls on the floor trying to find a safe hiding place.
*Poor thing*
Well, I can't kill the bat. I like bats, darn it. Only this one can't be real healthy, because (1) he's in the house and (2) he ain't flying.
So, we grab a paper bag, open it up and drop it over the bat. I'm hoping that it will chose to fly (or crawl) up into to dark bag. Instead it just crawled away from the bag into the corner next to the dog's kennel.
We change tactics. I grab one of the towels we have for the dogs kennel and toss it on the bat. After a moment or two I have the poor thing wrapped in that towel.
Of course, now's the hard part. I take him out side and, when he wouldn't let go of the towel, I just set the towel on the snow next to the small tool shed we have. It's going to be below freezing out there tonight and he's more than likely not going to make it, but...
I couldn't keep him in the house. He obviously wasn't well and, even if he was, bats still can have all sorts of nasty little bugs and things that may not be good to have in a house.
I'm not a softy. I've hunted, trapped and fished all my life. I was more than willing to kill a stupid little mouse. But I really feel bad for the bat.
I like bats. And he was very cute.
We'll see in the morning.
Of course, I really don't want to have any more of the "cute little things" in the house.
It was a really exciting and interesting way to end a night.
Now I like bats, only this one was in my house and that ain't so good.
Here I am sitting at the computer and taking to my husband when this thing crawls across the floor and under some tapes by the TV. Both Wil and I just froze for a moment both thinking "What the HELL was that?"
I recovered first, I'm thinking that it moved weird. IT looked like something large and then something small and it was hiding in a very small space at the moment. Then a little nose poked out and I go "Mouse".
So Wil, bless him, crawls up to it with a very large book going to whack it quick before it can run away. Sudden he goes: "It's a bat." And backs up.
And just to prove the fact the little creature crawls/walks out of it's hiding place, clearly showing that he was a very cute small fuzzy brown bat. I have no clue where he came from or how long he's been around and we as clearly not really happy with being here.
He doesn't fly but he does make those really cool bat noises as he crawls on the floor trying to find a safe hiding place.
*Poor thing*
Well, I can't kill the bat. I like bats, darn it. Only this one can't be real healthy, because (1) he's in the house and (2) he ain't flying.
So, we grab a paper bag, open it up and drop it over the bat. I'm hoping that it will chose to fly (or crawl) up into to dark bag. Instead it just crawled away from the bag into the corner next to the dog's kennel.
We change tactics. I grab one of the towels we have for the dogs kennel and toss it on the bat. After a moment or two I have the poor thing wrapped in that towel.
Of course, now's the hard part. I take him out side and, when he wouldn't let go of the towel, I just set the towel on the snow next to the small tool shed we have. It's going to be below freezing out there tonight and he's more than likely not going to make it, but...
I couldn't keep him in the house. He obviously wasn't well and, even if he was, bats still can have all sorts of nasty little bugs and things that may not be good to have in a house.
I'm not a softy. I've hunted, trapped and fished all my life. I was more than willing to kill a stupid little mouse. But I really feel bad for the bat.
I like bats. And he was very cute.
We'll see in the morning.
Of course, I really don't want to have any more of the "cute little things" in the house.
It was a really exciting and interesting way to end a night.
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Date: 2003-02-18 11:00 pm (UTC)From:BAT BAT BAT~!
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Date: 2003-02-19 09:54 am (UTC)From:Batman.
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Date: 2003-02-19 10:05 am (UTC)From:Mind you, if I find him in my house again, I may just feel slightly less friendly. And since the odds are long that I would be able to tell one bat from another, it may just be some poor hapless look-alike that ends up getting whacked.
Life is often that way.