This isn’t a new story, but it is extremely hilarious. I saw an image of a bat on the front page of etsy and was instantly brought back to this time last year when there was not one, but two bats in my home. Sure some say they are adorable, or cute…but trust me when one is flying above your head in your OWN home, you probably won’t feel so sweet. I guess I should start at the very beginning.
It was a night, just like any other night..My Mom and I were on the couch watching TV, not really thinking much of anything. Earlier in the night my Mom mentioned that she saw a bird flying around in our basement, she claimed it must have gotten in while she was cleaning with the basement door open earlier…Thinking it was a bit strange I disregarded her comment and kept my focus on the TV in front of me…Sure enough within seconds of our conversation the “bird” awakens and decides to find his way upstairs in our living room…”There’s the bird” she screamed. I look over at her in complete panic and scream “MOM THAT’S NOT A BIRD, THAT’S A—-(long pause, we look at eachother) BAT!!!!!!” She runs in one direction, and I run in the other, both completely beside ourselves, both screaming. The bat flew around in circles for minutes that seemed to go on like hours…Finally it was hidden somewhere and we couldn’t find it. After screaming for what seemed like forever, my Dad awoke from his slumber confused and annoyed. After explaining the situation, my friend the bat decided to make another appearance…This time we were prepared with…the swiffer. After opening the door and trying to get him out, with one fowl swoop my Dad threw him out our front door. And he was gone…the END…Well, not really.
You are probably thinking oh la-de-da the story is over, you got the bat out, hee hee ha ha it’s done. A week passes and we start to forget this crazy incident…After searching the basement we found nothing leading to evidence that there were more bats. Sitting on the couch in the same positions, our friend the “bird” comes BACK AGAIN! We are not sure if it was the same one, or just a distant cousin, but he was back doing the same things again…Flying around our ceiling, getting stuck in the plants…causing a ruckus and making our lives hell. The trusty swiffer came in to play, and that was it.. With a squeal, it was over. Turns out bats travel in packs of 12, when we found the two little guys, they must have lost their way and decided that our basement was a good place to hangout. After researching bats in homes, it turns out that since bats are blind, they are attracted to sound..So little did we know but screaming did not help our situation one bit. That was the last we heard from the bat crew. My Mom and I were lucky that my Dad takes no prisoners, he didn’t even blink, he just pulled out the swiffer and did his business.
I thought this story was appropriate because Halloween is coming up, and bats are pretty cute.
But I’d like to see them from a far, it’s better that way 🙂