How has your week been? Any adventures? I'll tell you about my adventure with wildlife this week.
Here in Arkansas, we've had a mild winter -the kind where you see college dudes wandering around in sandals, shorts, and sweatshirts. ( I do not understand this outfit. at all.) Anyway this past week we had some warm days but, also some very cold nights.
Saturday was one of these cold evenings. I got home from work around midnight, craving a warm midnight snack. I wandered through the house to the kitchen without turning any lights on, completely unaware that I had an uninvited house guest in my dining room. After fixing myself an unhealthy snack I went to the dining room and flipped on the light.
"What is that?" There was a black lump high on the wall directly above my great granny's antique (read: heavy) table. I stepped closer to investigate. "OMG, I can see little feet." So, I pull out a chair, climb up, and take a closer look. And attached to my wall, taking a nap, is a little, fuzzy bat. I jump down, grab my phone and start texting Zach, who is at work. (He's a 911 dispatcher.) I tell him of our little houseguest and his first response is, "You can't keep it." Of course, I tell him I had no such thing on my mind (Ok, it did cross my mind, maybe once.)
Other things on my mind:
- He is really, really cute
- How the heck did he get in my house?
- I wonder if he's rabid?
- Gosh, he's cute.
- Maybe if I get bitten I'll turn into some sort of superhero.
- All the good bat superhero names are taken
- Bartholemy would be a good bat name.
- I wonder if i can take pictures/video to put on youtube while simultaneously capturing the bat
- I should probably just put him outside
I climb up in the chair. I can't even see him breathing. That is weird. So, I just grab him. Ok, wow, he is definitely alive, and he seems a bit cranky. He kind of looks like this now:
I gently hold him as he sinks his teeth right into my glove. Luckily they don't go through and my fingers don't go far enough into the glove anyway. I walk him to do the door, all the while apologizing profusely. "I'm really sorry to wake you! You're cute when you're mad and also kind of scary. I'm sorry!"
Then I get to the door. Crap. How am I going to open this with a bat in my hands? So, I go to the back patio. It has a sliding door and I can open it with my knees.
So I set him down on the patio, convince him to let go of my gloves and wait for him to fly away, free as a ....bat.
Instead he just sits there, eying me warily. Then, after a bit he flaps off into the night.
I kind of miss the little guy.
Did you meet anyone new this week?