Two nights ago just as the husband looked at each other for confirmation that it was indeed time to go to sleep a frigging bat flew out of the chimney and began to frantically fly around the main floor of our house.
It was going back and forth in the family room. I jumped off the couch, pulled my house shawl over my head and ducked and screamed every time it came towards me. I did pause to notice both the bat’s large size (it was not a baby bat!), it’s gorgeous blackness and the sound of its flapping wings. The sound is what really impressed. You could hear the air being moved as this creature flew back and forth.
I ran (hobbled, to be precise) to the front door, threw it open and then ran to the kitchen door and the family room door opening both of them in hopes that the bat would free itself. Of course I lost track of the bat while running from door to door and the legally blind husband couldn’t even figure out what was going on. And then it was silent. No more flapping bat wings.
Did the bat find its way to freedom?? I hoped so. I took sweet pea outside for her nightly last chance to pee and then held my breath as I checked the house for bat presence.
The downstairs looked good. Was I afraid to go upstairs? Yes. But I turned off all the lights, still guarding my head against possible bat connection, and went upstairs. I looked around, I didn’t see anything and I didn’t hear anything. I got ready for bed. Of course my imagination created sounds where there were no sounds but hopefully the bat actually did get out of the house. I didn’t see or hear anything yesterday. Am I about to internet search how long a bat can live when trapped in a house? You betchya.
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