Bats, babies and killer shirts.
May 6th 2010 09:27
So I turn my head and I notice it is in fact a bat.
I am an animal lover, I am not however, a lover of bats in my bedroom; especially while my child is sleeping soundly next to me.
I was almost certain there weren't bugs flying around the room waiting to be the night's meal for my visitor so this led me to my next thought. The vampire bat. And no, it never occured to me that there might not be vampire bats in Australia. It was flying around me, while I was sleeping, perhaps like a cow in the field, and possibly using its echolocation and intricate sense of smell to locate a vein.
So after my fatigued rationalization, my daughter and I were about to become its next meal. I had to somehow get my husband who was out in the lounge room.
So, I run (pardon the pun) like a bat out of hell, to the get my saviour.
"There is a bat in our room!" I yell.
"A bat?" he says with just the slightest hint of disbelief.
Yes! A bat”, I say.
So we venture down the hall and open the bedroom door. The bat takes about three seconds to show itself and in walks my knight in shining armour to kill the blood-thirsty vermin. And in true cowboy fashion, as the bat flies past his head, he takes his shirt (which he has now removed for a weapon) and swats it crazily in the air as the bat flies past.
"What the heck is that going to do?" I ask in a loud whisper.
"I’ll knock him to the ground then kill him." he says.
So as he takes his next swing, I go into the adjoining bathroom, open up both windows, go back to the bedroom and say, "Turn on the light!" Which he doesn't do. He does however keep swinging the "killer" shirt at it.
"Turn on the light!" I say again. As he does, the bat, looking for darker surroundings, flies out the window and out of our lives. And through all of this, the baby slept.
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