Catching up on Better call Saul last night – such a rare treat – I was suddenly aware I was not alone in the room. What was that swooping and diving and fluttering above me? A swallow hopefully? Swift? No. Too silent for that. I was sharing my precious telly time with…..a Bat
Ran out of room clutching my hair and crouching down. OFT fast asleep and snoring- CPAP machine hissing and gurgling in the gloom. Could not be roused. River teen shut the bedroom door and refused to emerge. “I hate bats and I have shut my door”. He said insistently through the wood. As usual it is left to the women to pull together. I called for River Sprite – who among her many accomplishments is known to be a fearless and expert animal wrangler. Luckily not quite asleep. Felt bad but desperate times etc. Rubbed her eyes and sleepily came down the ladder, hair a bouffant mess.
She said the bat looked “sweet” as it swooped and dived and I ducked and cowered. Together we opened all possible windows and eventually it flew out. Shudder. What with that and the tick, its been quite a week
The River Files 