My friend, S., came home one day, looked above her garage and saw that there was a big, gaping hole in her attic window. With a bravery that I can only aspire to, she headed upstairs, plastic garbage bag and tape in hand, and ventured toward the broken window while balancing herself precariously on a support beam. As she inched closer to the window, S. noticed a flock of bats peacefully dangling from the attic rafters. It was all very Bela Lugosi.
Although frightened, S. managed to keep her composure long enough to exit the attic without startling the bats. Once she was within the safe confines of her own living space, she calmly called a company that specializes in removing such critters. And then she had her window fixed.
I admire S. for her coolness under pressure and for her unflinching resolve to keep her emotions in check so that she could handle her business.
I, on the other had, upon noticing the bats, would have let out a blood curdling scream, thrown the garbage bag and tape in the air and went running in the opposite direction, forgetting that I am on a support beam. If my scream didn't wake the bats, my fall certainly would.
And if by some miracle I managed to avoid a Tippi Hedren like scene that ends with me dying a gruesome, rabies-induced death, my call to the critter company would prove to be very unproductive as the shock would reduce my verbal skills to something reminiscent of Phil Hartman's Frankenstein character making a 911 call.
"Uuhhh, uuuhhhh, uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!"
And then, I would pass out.
Not the most effective way to get rid of bats.
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I'm with ya! I would have passed out then and there.
Hmmmm. Bats, I have visions of them flying about at night in the att trying to poke through the plastic bag squeaking! I would be a tad startled if I had bats in my belfry.
There was a bat loose in my school when I was in 4th grade. It was in the hallway, and they wouldn't even let us out of the classroom to get a peek. I've heard so many nasty things about bats since then that I wouldn't want to be in the same building with one now.
I think maybe someone needs to get in touch with their Inner Bat.
Then you will be Grizzbat.
Yeah, thats it.
I would have freaked the hell out too! Spiders, snakes and critters creep me out!
I have a bat house in my back yard, above my pond. Love the little flying rats, they eat the mosquitoes.
I chose to envibe in the attic of the fraternity house one summer evening; three brothers lived up there. As a bat flew threw the room I quickly departed. One of the brothers who was on the school tennis team promptly swatted the invader and we were able to continue without interruption.
My call to the critter removal company came one night when I was visiting TheSpecialOne and a flying squirrel invaded the house. I thinnk that perhaps I'll save the details for a future post.
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On a rafting trip on the Rogue River, I once stepped into a grove of trees at dusk. Swirling about my head and body were maybe fifty bats. At first I was startled, but then I realized that though I could feel their wind, hear their wings cutting the air and their chirps, too, not a one of them actually touched me. It was oddly exhilirating, so I walked through amazed but unafraid.
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