Well, the wildlife sagas continue.
Last night Wilbert came home from Praise Team practice. He unloaded the car and then came upstairs and we talked for a bit. Then we both headed downstairs. Wilbert got the bottom of the stair first and said, "Whoa! There is a bat in the house."
"Are you serious?" I said, hoping he was just kidding.
"Yeah. It just flew by my head."
"Well, take care of it!" I said running back up the stairs to make sure Joash's door was closed and then to hide in our room.
That's right. I was a chicken and didn't even go down stairs to help my husband. Our house has a very open layout with only the upstairs really having rooms with doors that can close. So, there is really no where to hide down stairs. I waited anxiously as I heard Wilbert open windows and take the screens out, scold the bat for getting to close to his hair, rummage through the Tupperware cupboard, and swat at the bat. Eventually, I could tell they were battling it out on the stairs and I soon heard what sounded like a bat caught in container of some sort. Wilbert called for me to come and help. He had managed to get the bat in a ice cream after the bat fell down on the stairs. Now he had put the container outside and he wanted to put the window screens back in before he let it free. So we did that and then Wilbert kicked the ice cream bucket and the bat flew away.
We think maybe the bat was following some bugs and those bugs saw the house lights when Wilbert was unloading the car. The screen door does not shut all that well, so the bat could have easily slipped in. So we are now trying to make sure the screen door is shut well, turning off the entry way light during the night, and keeping the door shut between our entry way and the rest of the house. I really don't want to see any more bats in my house.
And this morning a bird banged into the living room window and scared me pretty bad. I have had enough encounter with wildlife (especially bats) to last me for a while.
Last night Wilbert came home from Praise Team practice. He unloaded the car and then came upstairs and we talked for a bit. Then we both headed downstairs. Wilbert got the bottom of the stair first and said, "Whoa! There is a bat in the house."
"Are you serious?" I said, hoping he was just kidding.
"Yeah. It just flew by my head."
"Well, take care of it!" I said running back up the stairs to make sure Joash's door was closed and then to hide in our room.
That's right. I was a chicken and didn't even go down stairs to help my husband. Our house has a very open layout with only the upstairs really having rooms with doors that can close. So, there is really no where to hide down stairs. I waited anxiously as I heard Wilbert open windows and take the screens out, scold the bat for getting to close to his hair, rummage through the Tupperware cupboard, and swat at the bat. Eventually, I could tell they were battling it out on the stairs and I soon heard what sounded like a bat caught in container of some sort. Wilbert called for me to come and help. He had managed to get the bat in a ice cream after the bat fell down on the stairs. Now he had put the container outside and he wanted to put the window screens back in before he let it free. So we did that and then Wilbert kicked the ice cream bucket and the bat flew away.
We think maybe the bat was following some bugs and those bugs saw the house lights when Wilbert was unloading the car. The screen door does not shut all that well, so the bat could have easily slipped in. So we are now trying to make sure the screen door is shut well, turning off the entry way light during the night, and keeping the door shut between our entry way and the rest of the house. I really don't want to see any more bats in my house.
And this morning a bird banged into the living room window and scared me pretty bad. I have had enough encounter with wildlife (especially bats) to last me for a while.
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