So, I’m not
sure if this would classify directly as a renovation post, more of a “living in
an old house that we are still unaware of what lurks in her walls” kind of
post. It’s all part of the journey,
right?
This past Monday
was fairly normal. Woke up, went to
work, got kids, came home, made Aidan do homework, and then Aidan and his dad
headed out to a cub scout meeting (unrelated, they could WALK to it, another
great reason we love where we are). Different
than most days, that same evening I had my dad in town for some meetings in
Starkville with extension, so he was spending the night. He was our first house guest so we were
forced to stop putting off organizing the guest bedroom and actually put it
together. Can I just take a moment to
thank my lucky stars at how glad I am that my dad was at my house when this
situation went down??
Little
background on my dad, he works for extension, specifically in forestry in South
Mississippi, so he is no stranger to working with the outdoors and little
critters. THANK GOD. This would have been a sink of swim moment for me if
not. Not sure which option would have
happened.
Anyway, we’re
all sitting in our freshly painted living room, just chatting, waiting for the
rice to cook for our read beans and rice, and we hear a scurry from behind the
TV. If you recall, our TV for the time
being is placed directly in front of the fireplace. At first I thought it was
the cat. Oh Gumbo….what are you doing
back there playing with wires…
But then, I
saw something…something small, and dark, and pretty uncoordinated as it bobbled
on the floor around the wires. My brain
went in a million directions in that moment.
Is it a mouse? A rat?? A giant roach??? And then I realized, it’s a
BAT! They aren’t so good at walking on the
ground so it just kind of hopped around on it’s belly. I was thinking that maybe it was hurt since
it looked so uncoordinated, but then it got itself out from the wires, got some
room, and ZOOM!! That sucker took OFF!!!.
This is pretty much what he looked like...
They really do like flying in
circles, that’s not just for tv. I began
to scream “OH MY GOD!!! IT’S A BAT!!!”
Jude just sat there laughing hysterically with his mouth wide opened, my
dad just watched, wheels turning, and the dog, our giant, stupid, hound
dog/chocolate lab puppy, Louie, is barking and chasing it like a lunatic (I can’t
totally blame him…it was pretty exciting, especially if your genes have bread
you to be a hunter).
This isn’t my
first bat encounter. We caught a bat at
the tennis courts many years ago and actually trapped it in a tennis ball can
to get a closer look (safely). But there
is just something different about the fact that this bat is in your house, occasionally dive bombing near your head. What if it flies upstairs and we can’t find
it? What if we get rabies, or worse
(maybe better…) he turns into a vampire?! What if MORE of them come out of the
fireplace?? These little guys don’t really live alone…I know that much.
But honestly,
in that moment I didn’t have time to think about too much of this, it was more “how
do we get him OUT”. “A TOWEL!” I shout,
dad nods, yes, get a towel, or a bag, something we can grab him with. Because we’re in an older home the rooms are pretty
segmented and we still have doors between almost all the rooms. We had the door closed in the living room
leading to the stairs. Louie demonstrates below the door leading to the foyer that was closed...
And the door from the dining room to the back bedrooms
closed, so the only rooms the bat could really fly was the living room and
dining room.
After about 4
minutes of fabulous flight and lots of screams, he was whacked down from the sky to the ground and
we caught him. Dad brought him outside
and off he went. We were all happy to see him go, I venture to say even the bat. End of excitement. I did burn the rice though.
Let's hope we
don’t see him again anytime soon. We
have updated our home to-do list and will be looking up someone to come take a
look at how to make sure we get rid of any other bats we may have, and how we
seal them off from our house.
In an effort
to try and be prepared for any other little vampire bat visits I came up with
the idea of sealing the fireplace at the entrance with a plastic sheet and
tape, JUUUUUST in case. George said I’m
paranoid, but he wasn’t there, he doesn’t understand. Could you imagine 10 more bats coming through
the fireplace in the middle of the night and waking up to that?? I’m not taking any chances. Judge away, I don’t
care. He’s obviously not a believer in my idea.
These are the only pictures we had from the adventure but George’s face
says it all.
Honestly, I
do not mind bats. They are good to have
around for the sake of keeping down on insects, and they are pretty cool to
look at (outside that is). I might even
invest in a little bat house for them to live in once they are evicted from our
fireplace. I found some pretty cool ones
on Etsy, and might even get handy enough to build one. Maybe a family trip to Carlsbad is in the cards, this may have been an omen. Either way, it’s a fun
little adventure I’ll be keeping you guys posted on.

