“There’s a bat flying around upstairs,” my husband said to me as he went to bed last night.
“A bat. You really need to get your hearing checked.”
“I heard you. I was just processing. What the hell are we going to do?”
He stared at me blankly.
“Can you close Kitt’s door, so the dang thing doesn’t go into her room?” I called after him as he ascended the stairs to do battle. Or so I thought.
About fifteen minutes later (I had to finish the episode of “Suits” that I was watching, a new guilty pleasure –Xandy can handle the flying rodent, I rationalized), I turned on the hallway light and went upstairs to bed. With each step I took, I glanced around for any creatures of the night. The hallway was silent and clear. Even though Kitt’s door was wide open, I didn’t worry as I assumed my husband had taken care of the problem.
Something still nagged at me, however, and I turned on our bedroom light. My husband looked at me amorously from beneath the covers.
“So you must have gotten rid of the bat.” I said as I approached the bed.
“Nope. I have no idea where that thing is.”
“SERIOUSLY? Only you would think of…” I turned to see the small, black critter clinging to the wall opposite the bed staring at us. “It’s right there!”
“Would you look at that.”
“So now what do we do?”
The bat didn’t even flinch. It just remained in the same position like a miniature gargoyle standing watch.
“We could go to bed,” he said, and it took everything I had not to scream back at him. The last thing we needed was to wake Kitt up.
“We have to get this thing out of here. They carry rabies for God sake.”
Xandy grabbed a dirty work T-Shirt from the floor and walked towards the bat.
“No. Not that. Grab that garbage can. You can trap it and then we’ll cover the can.”
I glanced around the room. Thankfully, a few days ago I had gone on a TJ Maxx shopping spree and had purchased a new set of sheets. This night I was happy about the wasteful use of cardboard in the sheet packaging.
Xandy dropped the T-Shirt, not entirely convinced that my method would work. He grabbed the small bedroom wastebasket and walked slowly towards the bat, which still hadn’t made any sort of movement. I hoped it were dead. That thought only lasted seconds, however, as the moment the can covered the thing, it started to fly around inside of it. Xandy carefully slid the piece of cardboard between the wall and the can, and moved the can from the wall.
I wondered if bats could chew through cardboard as we descended the stairs. Seconds later our visitor was set free to fly the night sky.
“Hey it worked!” I was thrilled that a plan I hatched actually came to fruition.
“Yeah, well, the shirt would have worked fine.”
I just shook my head. Sure it would have. I thought about changing my profession to animal wrangler, but thought better of it when I actually considered keeping the light on for bed.
“This is totally going in the blog tomorrow,” I told him as we finally climbed in bed for the night.
“Only you would document our sex life.”