One evening after I returned from taking Sister Theresa home, my “brave” housemates were again waiting for me to solve an animal problem. A bat was flying around, and they began shrieking and hid behind me as if I were the courageous one. The bat swooped here and there, trying to get outside. I suggested opening the door, but they feared more would fly in.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
Hillene offered me her squash racket and, just at that moment, the bat flew into my bedroom. They pushed me into my room with the racket and shut the door. You know, I couldn’t hit the side of a barn with a shotgun, and I don’t know how they thought I was going to hit a bat. It evaded many abortive swings, but the bat got tired and perched itself on the wall. In all honesty, I closed my eyes and swung the racket in the general direction of the bat. I looked up, but it wasn’t there. I didn’t see it flying around the room. It wasn’t on the floor. Where had it gone? Then I looked at my waterbed and saw bat blood on my sheet. The bat had fallen into a corner of the frame. GROSS!
I opened the door and told my cowardly housemates to get rid of the thing and get that bat blood OFF my SHEETS!
Enough wild tales for today.
Love,
L
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