Jim and I are sitting in the living room, watching TV, talking about what needs to get done in the house and all of a sudden he screams and I look up to see a bat flying into our living room! I scream and cover my head with a book (because isn't that the first thing anyone does when they see a bat?). Jim, being my big strong hero jumps up and says he'll get it . . . but he wants pants and a hat first. He covers me with a winter jacket that was still hanging by the door (shut up, we're behind seasons), and headed off to get dressed. I grabbed the phone to call my ever supportive family, who proceeded to laugh their asses off from the safety of their bat-free condo.
Jim came upstairs and proceeded to go after the bat. The bat came back into the living room - I screamed, Yogi the Ferocious dove under the jacket with me, and Daisy tried to snap at the bat like it was a fly. Jim screamed from the dinning room, I screamed, my family laughed.
Within a minute Jim runs for the front door, holding an old blanket, opens the door, and throws it in the front yard. As there have been no further bat sightings we are hopeful that it went out the door with the blanket. We found that the window in the dinning room had slipped open from the top a few inches, perhaps it was too hot outside for the bat? I appreciate bats, they eat bugs, I don't like bugs. However in the future they can dine alfresco.
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