3:36AM
I tweaked a muscle in my back the other night. It was 3:36am. Stacee woke me and asked me if I had heard something in the room. I hadn't because I was asleep.
She was pretty sure she heard something so the light went on and...Nothing. She peered over her side of the bed to check for AHHHHH. It was on the sheet, hanging upside down, and when she screamed it took flight over the bed and started circling the room.
Under the covers I prayed that God would send great wisdom and bravery to me and that the bat would have it's last breath and just die on the spot. The bat didn't die on the spot.
I stuck an eye out from under the comforter, which at the time was living up to it's name, and saw that the bat was perched on our door frame. I quickly decased my pillow, leapt from my bed, kicked the door shut hoping to crush it's head in the door, but when it didn't I swung my pillowcase with all of my might and gently dislodged the bat from it's perch. As it started it's first trip around our room I dove into bed and as I was diving tried to make my large self quite small. In doing so I pulled something in my upper back. Now we were trapped and my back was cramping up. When I raised another eye the bat was just inches above our heads and I caught it in our comforter. We bundled it up in all of the bed clothes and brought it out into the driveway. We spread the sheets on the car and the bat flew off. The chiropractor doesn't like bats either but my back is better.
A week later, in Magnolia MA, 100 miles south, my parents were trapped in similar fashion in their room by a very similar bat.
She was pretty sure she heard something so the light went on and...Nothing. She peered over her side of the bed to check for AHHHHH. It was on the sheet, hanging upside down, and when she screamed it took flight over the bed and started circling the room.
Under the covers I prayed that God would send great wisdom and bravery to me and that the bat would have it's last breath and just die on the spot. The bat didn't die on the spot.
I stuck an eye out from under the comforter, which at the time was living up to it's name, and saw that the bat was perched on our door frame. I quickly decased my pillow, leapt from my bed, kicked the door shut hoping to crush it's head in the door, but when it didn't I swung my pillowcase with all of my might and gently dislodged the bat from it's perch. As it started it's first trip around our room I dove into bed and as I was diving tried to make my large self quite small. In doing so I pulled something in my upper back. Now we were trapped and my back was cramping up. When I raised another eye the bat was just inches above our heads and I caught it in our comforter. We bundled it up in all of the bed clothes and brought it out into the driveway. We spread the sheets on the car and the bat flew off. The chiropractor doesn't like bats either but my back is better.
A week later, in Magnolia MA, 100 miles south, my parents were trapped in similar fashion in their room by a very similar bat.
posted by Ethan at 9:22 PM
3 Comments:
Yeah, and down the road in Manchester, if you ever decide to become a live-in chef, expect to be called in to get rid of the occasional bat. It's harder to chase one thorough 12 bedrooms and a main floor with 10 foot ceilings. I learned most of my culinary skills from watching FoodTV, but it was Ozzy that taught be how to deal with bats.
I still haven't decided who I feel sorry for...you or the bat. :) Glad your back's OK.
Ethan- you are the funniest son-in-law we have!! that bat story was about the greatest thing we've read in a long time and probably the best laught in the last 35 years!!. Love ya!!
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