Thursday, July 30, 2009

This is not a good time.

So it's around midnight and I am sitting on that ledge between awake and sleep. I am happily leaning towards the edge, arms stretched, ready to take that plunge that will rejuvenate me for a new day when my wife shouts, "There is a bat in our room!!!!"

I shake myself into wakefulness as my wife dives deeper under the covers and sure enough, there is a rather large Brown bat doing circle dives around our room.

Now it's O.K. for my wife to build a barricade of blankets and pillows to protect herself from this night intruder but for me, I have to face this creature head on.

This action, in most households, would be a pretty simple task, but at the SOAT house, no killing is allowed so the winged rodent must be captured or forced out.

Due to these circumstances, I have become afraid of bats.

Sure they are fine as they swoop the pool light in search of their nightly morsel. Yes they are o.k. as they chirp from the trees waiting for the sun to move westward allowing them to once again partake in their nocturnal dinner date.

But when I cannot take my old nylon string guitar and do my best "EL Kabong" impersonation, I am a little lost.

Now this is the 3rd bat we have had (first of the season) in out home. Without the ability to just smack them down and shovel them out, I have grown unaccustomed to their hissing and swooping.

It took about 3 hours to get this guy cornered, caught in a towel and thrown from the premises.

Of course, my children slept thru the entire thing. Screams and all.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My new word


It's when I look or feel too good to be true.

I don't know if I am going to stick with that spelling.

Any suggestions?