You remember my blogpost on bats, right? I wrote that based off of research—things I found on the web, really.
But I hadn’t had a true bat experience, until just a few nights ago…
It was a dark and stormy night… just kidding. It was a perfectly normal night.
My mom and I were playing a card game. It involved fantasy, animals, and dice! I had to set out five cards. And one of the cards had a bat on it! But this was typical—why would I care?
My dad was in the other room (which acts as our office), talking with my grandma.
My mom and I looked up. “What is it?” she asked.
My dad continued swearing before we heard, “I’ll call you back.”
Then, a bat flew into the room!
Mom and I screamed, running for the master bedroom.
“Come on!” I yelled, knowing full well that we were ‘coming on’.
As soon as we were both inside the room, my mom slammed the door shut. We were in darkness.
“Get the light!” I panted.
A few clicks later, the lights came on.
My mom ran for the other entry point of the bedroom, slamming that door shut as well.
“There is a bat in our house. There is a bat in our house.” Why couldn’t I get my head around that? Bats flew into houses all the time—um, right?
My mom was on the bed, lying down as though everything was okay.
“We let Dad fend for himself with that rabid beast!” I gasped, throwing my hands up in the air. Then, I halted. “Wait—it’s a bat, not a rabid beast. What’s wrong with me tonight?”
“There’s a bat in our house. Compared to that, you seem perfectly normal,” Mom shrugged. “Don’t worry. Dad will be fine.”
Then, I grinned. “This will totally go viral! I’ve got to get it on camera. Can I see your phone?”
Mom gaped. “Absolutely not! You are not letting that thing into our bedroom—I mean, um, endangering yourself!”
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I grumbled. “Dang it!”
“Okay, sorry about that. A bat got into our house.”
Mom and I looked towards the closed doors. “He must have gotten it out,” I murmured. “It sounds like he’s back on the phone.”
We opened the doors and went out to continue our game.
“Oh god there’s another one!”
I threw my cards, but Mom kept hers in her hand. We ran back into the bedroom, shutting the door. Darkness again.
“Get the light!” I demanded. “Come on! I don’t like this darkness.”
I heard a click. “Oops, wrong one.” Two clicks later, the light was back on.
“We really aren’t good at this,” I mumbled.
Seconds later, we heard my dad’s voice.
“Ok, I trapped it in Kamea’s bedroom.”
“YOU WHAT?!” I moaned. “I mean—uh—I’m glad it’s confined. Yay?”
My dad opened the door, which was closest to my room.
“It’s not using my room as a giant toilet, right?” I asked, hesitant. “You promise it isn’t?”
“I can’t promise anything, but I think it’s too busy flying around to do that. You know, going batty. Ha!”
“This is no time for jokes.”
So, was there a happy ending? Sort of. At least one of the bats got out, which is great, We aren’t sure if there were two bats, or if one kept returning. We’ll never know. I personally prefer the two-bat theory, because they acted differently. Or at least, that’s what my dad reported.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, my mom and I did finish our game. She won. Yay, I guess.
So, take away from this blogpost an important lesson—bats might fly into your house, and if they do, trap them in your very loving daughter’s room. Now that is what a parent would do.
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