where’s albert when you need him?

So I’m sitting there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a moth in the dining room.

A really big one.

I look again.

It’s a BAT.

Flying around.

My house.

Not. Again.

It joins us in the living room. I jump to turn off the ceiling fan before we have bloody bat all over the walls, but he avoids the blades with his batty-radar-sense.

And the dog?

Okay, that’s an old picture, but you get the idea. She feigns ignorance.

We open the front door, the bat flies into the kitchen.

We open the back door, the bat can’t seem to figure out to fly SIX INCHES LOWER and get out.

Only one thing to do.

I don  my bat-fighting gear:


Yeah, I couldn’t get a good grip because I’m so friggin’ short. Didja hear it fuss at me? I guess flying mice don’t like being grappled with, because it made the thing mad enough to fly out the back door.

Also, note the good job the dog did–watching. And how Freckles McYoungest cussed so I didn’t have to.

I love teamwork.


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Lisha Cauthen writes YA novels for guys that girls like to read too.

Posted on August 25, 2011, in life and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Best way is to wear some thick leather gloves and grab it off the wall or wherever it is resting. They do make a racket when disturbed or grabbed.

    NEVER EVER GRAB a bat BAREHANDED unless you like being bitten and getting rabies shots to boot.


  2. Thanks for the info, Mike. I had on thick leather gloves–I have a healthy fear of BEING BITTEN.

    I might go all sparkly. *slips in Twilight reference*

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