I live in a very old house, and so from time to time, especially in the heat of summer, we get bats. Tonight, a bat decided to visit me. Here is the complete tale:
First off, I hate bats. They scare me so much. I don't know why.
I just finished this book. Upon completion of this book I climbed upstairs to my bedroom. I sat down at my computer to update my reading status on Goodreads when I heard a rustling behind my curtain. I took hold of the curtain and drew it back...and there was the bat. The bat flew up at me, and I leapt back and out of my chair. It started circling.
I ran out of my room, closed the door, and ran down to get the butterfly nets. I gathered my sister and we did a pep talk outside my room, peeping in occasionally and seeing it fly around my room. We were freaking out. Our voices shrill as we discussed what to do. I eventually knew I had to go in, and so I did. It was resting over top of my washroom door.
I slowly approached, but alas, it started flying again. I dropped to the ground and cowered next to my bed. It circled and circled my room. I watched, observing its flight path and trying to calm down so I could be cool enough to catch it. Cool wasn't coming so I hefted my net and jabbed at the air as it came around again. I missed. It came around again and I hit it. It slammed into the my bookshelf and fell through a couple of shelves then landed on the floor. Quickly, I slammed my net down onto the bat trapping it.
Then came the dilemma of what to do with the bat now that it had been caught. I don't like the idea of bat guts all over my bedroom floor, actually I don't like killing animals period. I needed to get it outside. I yelled at my sister to come in. She entered.
"I don't know what to do, but I want to get outside. Go and open the front door."
She did after some wrangling on how I was going to transport the bat downstairs and to the front door. I was working on it.
Magazine? Nope. Oh my grade 8 grad photo! Yes. I carefully slid the photo under the net and the bat after putting my hand on the other side so I didn't shove the bat threw and out the other side. Then it was easy.
I picked up the picture holding down the sides of the net so that the bat was sealed in. I was scared for the net is mesh and if the bat wanted to it could bite me through the netting, but it didn't. My sister had the door open and I ran out. I placed the bat on the front porch then ran back inside, leaving the bat trapped under the net. Inside I mentally kicked myself and after thinking about it. Told my sister to open the door a bit. I leaned out on hands and knees to grasp the end of the net and flip it over as the bat had attached itself to its underbelly. I quickly withdrew inside again and my sister shut the door. The bat flew off and I went to check how it got in. Then I decided to write about it, and I have since realised that I have left the net and my photo out on the porch.