So the other day while I was taking Andy to urgent care to have his leg looked at (he had a bug bite looking rash on his leg from work--he works for the parks department cutting grass, removing brush, etc) and apparently when we were gone my mom had a visitor in the house…..a BAT….eeek.
So not cool! I don’t mind bats, but when they are in my house that is a completely different story. She said it was swooping low and flying in and out of all the main, open rooms of the house. Usually or at least with all of our other experiences they stick towards the ceiling when they fly and try to find some place to scurry on a wall and hide. I was just glad to know that she was able to contain the cats so that they wouldn’t attempt to get the bat considering it’s relatively low flight pattern.
She managed to get to the door without it making contact with her and propped it open so that if it got close she could use a large broken down cardboard box that we conveniently had lying around to guide it out. Now we are no dummies here, we understand that in order to somewhat ensure that the bats do not return (because they are highly territorial creatures of night) you either kill them (which mind you is nasty and illegal) or you must contain them in a box or something and take them at the very minimum 30 miles away. Unfortunately, it was during the evening that the bat appeared nor was it in any way about to be contained; so to my mom it was more of a priority to just get it out of the house for our own and the cat’s sakes.
Mind you that when she informed me of this upon my return home around 10:15pm…I was officially creeped out and found it completely necessary to duck tape the crap out of our fireplace and its slight openings, cracks, and holes. My paranoia led to me thinking I was hearing things from every corner of the house, ah ha ha.
I honestly think that there has yet to be a summer where we do not experience at least one bat. Lucky us, right?
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