Draft Dodger
06-28-2004, 09:36 PM
if I could change one thing about my house, it would be to get the motherfucking bats out of our attic. permanently. We've been in our house 5 years (5 years today, actually), and once or twice a summer, a bat gets stuck in our house.
sometimes, it's not that startling. the time we woke up in the middle of the night to have a bat circling our bedroom wasn't a lot of fun. And the time I came home from work into a dark porch and have one swooping at my head wasn't too cool either (and that one I couldn't catch...had to kill, and I didn't really like to do that).
but tonight might take the cake.
well, it started last night. my pregnant wife got up at 3am to pee. while sitting, she saw the bat fluttering around the bathroom. maybe it's because we're used to this, but amazingly, she didn't panic - she got out pretty quickly, but did see where the bat landed (right over the door). unfortunately, by the time I got in there, he was gone, and we couldn't find him. I suspected he might be in my closet hanging on/behind my clothes (THAT made getting dressed for work kind of interesting today), but he was nowhere to be found. and our 3 cats were of no help.
fast forward to tonight. still no bat - after all the noise we'd been making in the bathroom, we were starting to think he had somehow left the way he got in (however that is). I was at work...and again, the bat waitied until Christine had to pee before coming out. the way our bathroom is, there's a wooden medcine cabinet above the toilet. so, Christine is sitting down, here's a rustling, and the bat swoops down from the medicine cabinet, just missing her by a few inches. again, I think I would have probably passed out, but she maintained her composure. she even tried to catch him when he landed, but she chickened out.
so, I came home, grabbed some gloves and a tupperware bowl, and tried to muster up the courage to get him. he ended up at the back of my closet - it's about 15' deep, but it's very narrow. since he's at the back, if he gets spooked, the only way out is, essentially, through me. gulp. it definitely took me a while to work up the courage (I'm not afraid so much as I am bothered by their unpredictable nature...as in, when this totally still rodent is going to realize I'm creeping in and fly away). I finally managed to get the bowl slammed over him, covered with some carboard, and got him outside to release him. I'm sure he'll be back in our attic soon, but, for now, or house is bat-free.
sometimes, it's not that startling. the time we woke up in the middle of the night to have a bat circling our bedroom wasn't a lot of fun. And the time I came home from work into a dark porch and have one swooping at my head wasn't too cool either (and that one I couldn't catch...had to kill, and I didn't really like to do that).
but tonight might take the cake.
well, it started last night. my pregnant wife got up at 3am to pee. while sitting, she saw the bat fluttering around the bathroom. maybe it's because we're used to this, but amazingly, she didn't panic - she got out pretty quickly, but did see where the bat landed (right over the door). unfortunately, by the time I got in there, he was gone, and we couldn't find him. I suspected he might be in my closet hanging on/behind my clothes (THAT made getting dressed for work kind of interesting today), but he was nowhere to be found. and our 3 cats were of no help.
fast forward to tonight. still no bat - after all the noise we'd been making in the bathroom, we were starting to think he had somehow left the way he got in (however that is). I was at work...and again, the bat waitied until Christine had to pee before coming out. the way our bathroom is, there's a wooden medcine cabinet above the toilet. so, Christine is sitting down, here's a rustling, and the bat swoops down from the medicine cabinet, just missing her by a few inches. again, I think I would have probably passed out, but she maintained her composure. she even tried to catch him when he landed, but she chickened out.
so, I came home, grabbed some gloves and a tupperware bowl, and tried to muster up the courage to get him. he ended up at the back of my closet - it's about 15' deep, but it's very narrow. since he's at the back, if he gets spooked, the only way out is, essentially, through me. gulp. it definitely took me a while to work up the courage (I'm not afraid so much as I am bothered by their unpredictable nature...as in, when this totally still rodent is going to realize I'm creeping in and fly away). I finally managed to get the bowl slammed over him, covered with some carboard, and got him outside to release him. I'm sure he'll be back in our attic soon, but, for now, or house is bat-free.