So this afternoon, I came home after a very unadventurous day. Generally leaf pickers aren't the most enthralling. My regular routine is to take a shower and then take a nap, but today it was a bit more of an adventure.
I turned on my shower as usual, when I noticed something large and black in our garbage can, located between the shower and the toilet, in quite a tight spot I may add. The black blob took me off guard since Brent had just emptied the garbage the night before and I decided to take a closer look. I gingerly peered into the blue bucket and was confused by what I saw: Was it a toad? Wait, it looks like it has four tiny feet, but no tail, and it's really wide and flat....a bat?????? At this point, I was getting more and more frightened at my own thoughts. I decided that maybe I should get a flash light to shine some light on the situation but when I was about to turn on the tool another frightening thought came to mind: What if it is a bat and the light scares it and it flies out?! I quickly turned off the light and started to panic.
The first idea that came to my mind was to get a large box and cover the garbage can, take it out of the bathroom and leave it on the front porch for Brent to deal with. So I got the box and was about to put it on the garbage can, when I realized that the garbage can had to be lifted out of the tight spot to be moved. I started putting the box over the can, but accidentally bumped the bin and the head of the blob moved in a very quick and creepy way!!! like a BAT!!! My heart was beating a hundred miles a minute and I didn't know what to do! My water was still running, the bat had moved, the can is right by the door of the shower, the box is teetering over the can, but not enough to prevent the bat from escaping yet enough to block the door to my shower. There was no way I was going to shower with the bat in the room.
So, I quickly moved the box, turned off the shower, recovered the can, ran out of the room, closed the door behind me, and covered the crack of the door with a towel.....now what? There was still an hour before Brent came home and so I sat in my living room trying to distract myself from the thoughts, yet baffling at how in the world a bat got in my bathroom.
Brent came home abit early and my first words to him were, "You need to save me!" I told him the whole story, slightly embarrassed at my cowardly actions. As he was going into the bathroom, to "save me" he was like, "I'm going to take you seriously right now, but I may come out making fun of you.
So we went in with a box and closed the door behind him. I listened in fear and trepidation as he got the bat. At his signal, I opened the door, and he brought the monster outside and dumped it on the front lawn. Low and behold, it was a real, half-alive bat!! I told him he couldn't leave it on the front lawn and he had to move it. As he was moving it, the half dead rodent screeched and screamed at him, as I quivered on the porch. Into the bushes it went to die! Thank the Lord for my knight in shining armour! Boy I'm glad I'm married!
Now the question remains: HOW IN THE WORLD DID A BAT LAND IN MY BATHROOM GARBAGE CAN?!?! If this was a practical joke, you better fess up!!
Stay tuned for possible continuations of the bat adventures!
5 comments:
Sue, this is truly alarming and mind-boggling. Some investigating needs to be done tonight!!!
I hate to alarm you further, but we had friends who lived close to downtown and they had bats too. I don't know why, but they tend to live in attics in older homes downtown. You may want to look into having someone check the attic and seal it up.
~Alysha
oh my goodness. this is indeed terrifying. that's like the adventure i had. we had squirrels nesting in the eaves of our wrap around porch. i didn't think too much of it since i figured they'd move out soon enough. well, then i heard these horror stories of them not leaving and actually coming into the attic of houses and staying there. this was when willy was in winnipeg for a week. so i started to panic (since my knight in shining armour was not home) because the opening to the attic upstairs is actually not closed but only has a quilt hanging over it. so one evening i was at home and i heard this loud crash upstairs. i freaked out because i thought for sure a squirrel had entered the upstairs. i grabbed a broom, closed my bedroom door and walked up with fear and trepidation. well, when i got up i realized it was not a squirrel but one of suzanne's vases had crashed down due to her window being left open and the wind blowing in. fortunately the squirrel family has moved out and we are feeling safe and sound (for now).
You actually make it seem so easy with your presentation but I find this topic to be really something which I think I would never understand. It seems too complicated and extremely broad for me. I’m looking forward to your next post, I will try to get the hang of it!
skip bin hire Brisbane
skip bin hire darra
Post a Comment