Showing posts with label bats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bats. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
more bats
This terrifying little guy flew in under the bathroom door yesterday to surprise Kevin. Hehe.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
stupid bats
Another bat in our apartment last night. Two tired and frustrated people spending the night at a hotel downtown, just blocks away from their home, because they've read way too much on the internet about bats who can bite you in the middle of the night, give you rabies (and you might not even know it), and then two months later you die. Who can sleep with that? So yes, Kev, stupid bats indeed.
Monday, August 18, 2008
bats
Anyone curious as to why I ate my lunch today with one hand holding on firmly to a tennis racket? Anyone want to know why every little noise I heard in our apartment today made me jump about a foot? Well...THE BATS ARE BACK! That's right, this time it's plural. As in two bats. In my house. In one night. Sheesh.
Kevin and I are returning home at about 9:15 pm last night after a lovely dinner party at a friend's house. We walk into our apartment and, as I am turning on the kitchen light, a bat comes swooping out of the living room and flies right at me. Being the panicker that I am (hey, I don't deny it), I start screaming so loudly that our landlord (also named Kevin) comes up the stairs to see what murderous criminal has taken me hostage. Next thing I know, the two Kevins are in our bedroom swinging tennis rackets around at the bat. In the end, the bat was whacked just hard enough to stun it, had a trash can placed over it, and was taken outside via a piece of cardboard slid under the trash can. Good-bye bat!
Kev goes to bed, I am up late watching the Olympics (what else), when what should come swooping in behind me? ANOTHER BAT. At this point, I have completely lost my sense of humor when it comes to having bats flying around wily-nily in my house. After much terrified (and truly unnecessary) screaming on my part, Kev comes out and we repeat the racket procedure. Sadly, this bat was hit a bit too vigorously and we are not sure it survived. We took it outside anyway and hope it eventually woke up and flew away (although not back into our apartment, of course). If not, RIP little guy and I hope none of your bat compadres stop by tonight.
By the way, let's all remember that there is a post from almost exactly one year ago recounting our hilarious middle-of-the-night encounter with another bat. Apparently, this is an annual thing with these guys. Or maybe it was the same bat from last summer, and he just missed us. Awww. But, also, ewww.
P.S. - The proper procedure for getting rid of a bat in your house (according to something I read online), is to trap it in one room until it gets tired enough that you can put a trash can or box over it, and then take it outside with a piece of cardboard. Or, we are supposed to gently trap it in a butterfly net which, of course, we all just happen to have lying handily around. Nowhere is there any mention of tennis rackets. Whoops.
Kevin and I are returning home at about 9:15 pm last night after a lovely dinner party at a friend's house. We walk into our apartment and, as I am turning on the kitchen light, a bat comes swooping out of the living room and flies right at me. Being the panicker that I am (hey, I don't deny it), I start screaming so loudly that our landlord (also named Kevin) comes up the stairs to see what murderous criminal has taken me hostage. Next thing I know, the two Kevins are in our bedroom swinging tennis rackets around at the bat. In the end, the bat was whacked just hard enough to stun it, had a trash can placed over it, and was taken outside via a piece of cardboard slid under the trash can. Good-bye bat!
Kev goes to bed, I am up late watching the Olympics (what else), when what should come swooping in behind me? ANOTHER BAT. At this point, I have completely lost my sense of humor when it comes to having bats flying around wily-nily in my house. After much terrified (and truly unnecessary) screaming on my part, Kev comes out and we repeat the racket procedure. Sadly, this bat was hit a bit too vigorously and we are not sure it survived. We took it outside anyway and hope it eventually woke up and flew away (although not back into our apartment, of course). If not, RIP little guy and I hope none of your bat compadres stop by tonight.
By the way, let's all remember that there is a post from almost exactly one year ago recounting our hilarious middle-of-the-night encounter with another bat. Apparently, this is an annual thing with these guys. Or maybe it was the same bat from last summer, and he just missed us. Awww. But, also, ewww.
P.S. - The proper procedure for getting rid of a bat in your house (according to something I read online), is to trap it in one room until it gets tired enough that you can put a trash can or box over it, and then take it outside with a piece of cardboard. Or, we are supposed to gently trap it in a butterfly net which, of course, we all just happen to have lying handily around. Nowhere is there any mention of tennis rackets. Whoops.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
when bats attack
last night kevin and I shared one of the funniest - and most terrifying - experiences of our life together. let me start by mentioning that during my family's visit last week, on the night that kevin and I stayed at the grand hotel to celebrate our anniversary, a bat got into our apartment and gave my family an exciting night. the next day my family told kev and me all about their bat adventure, and we all had a good laugh - haha.
after my family left i sort of forgot about the bat. at about 12:30 last night, kevin and I were in bed - he was sleeping and i was listening to my ipod - and i was feeling nice and secure tucked in next to my soundly slumbering husband. suddenly, i saw - and felt - a dark little figure swooping above my head, and, as i focused my eyes, i made out the unmistakable shape of a bat. a bat. being the totally cool cucumber that i am, i pulled the sheet up over my head and started screaming, "bat! bat! a baaaaaaat!!!" kevin sprang out of bed in a confused and sleepy panic, with a look of sheer terror on his face, and i actually burst out laughing (i'm sorry, it was downright comical). when kevin is woken suddenly from a deep sleep it usually takes him a couple of minutes to figure out what's going on. since i was yelling like a maniac, kevin probably thought that there was a fire, or that I was being bludgeoned to death by a fearsome burglar - some sort of real danger - and not that there was a bat in our bedroom. as kevin stood there, eyes wide in sleepy panic, i yelled, "shut the doors! shut the doors! it's a bat!" kevin sprang to our doors and slammed them shut, looked at me, and said, "i have a plan!" by this point, the adrenaline had gotten the best of me (it was an easy victory), and i got the giggles. while i sat in bed laughing hysterically, kevin got dressed (you know, to protect his skin from ravenous bat fangs), pulled the flashlight out from under our bed, and bravely ran out of our bedroom. the next thing i knew, kevin was jumping and flailing around the kitchen, swinging a tennis racquet at the bat that was swooping around him. I watched from our bedroom - half laughing and half fearing for the little bat's life (I am nothing if not an animal lover).
kevin's plan seemed to be to smack the bat with the racquet until it was either temporarily stunned or until it was dead. i wanted to trap it and take it outside. after about a minute of squabbling over what should be done, kevin looked at me and said, "fine, if you want it trapped you have to help me." so, i put one of kevin's t-shirts on my head (of course) and went out to the kitchen with a blanket. after about twenty minutes of the bat flying around our kitchen and kevin flinging the blanket at it, and me screaming and jumping behind kevin every time it came my way (very helpful), the poor bat got tired and swooped low enough to the floor for kevin to throw the blanket over it. then the little thing squirmed out from under the blanket, kevin and i both shouted, and, in a panic, kevin threw the plastic garbage can at it. the bat, having had something one-hundred times its weight hit it while it was in mid-air, made a crash landing. oh man. in the end we put the garbage can over the stunned bat, slid some cardboard under it, and took it outside - we are fairly certain it was alive. i had quite the laugh attack after it was all over, yet kevin looked, somehow, not as amused as me. i wasn't able to capture the event, since my camera died, but hopefully you can all picture it for yourselves - hilarity.
after my family left i sort of forgot about the bat. at about 12:30 last night, kevin and I were in bed - he was sleeping and i was listening to my ipod - and i was feeling nice and secure tucked in next to my soundly slumbering husband. suddenly, i saw - and felt - a dark little figure swooping above my head, and, as i focused my eyes, i made out the unmistakable shape of a bat. a bat. being the totally cool cucumber that i am, i pulled the sheet up over my head and started screaming, "bat! bat! a baaaaaaat!!!" kevin sprang out of bed in a confused and sleepy panic, with a look of sheer terror on his face, and i actually burst out laughing (i'm sorry, it was downright comical). when kevin is woken suddenly from a deep sleep it usually takes him a couple of minutes to figure out what's going on. since i was yelling like a maniac, kevin probably thought that there was a fire, or that I was being bludgeoned to death by a fearsome burglar - some sort of real danger - and not that there was a bat in our bedroom. as kevin stood there, eyes wide in sleepy panic, i yelled, "shut the doors! shut the doors! it's a bat!" kevin sprang to our doors and slammed them shut, looked at me, and said, "i have a plan!" by this point, the adrenaline had gotten the best of me (it was an easy victory), and i got the giggles. while i sat in bed laughing hysterically, kevin got dressed (you know, to protect his skin from ravenous bat fangs), pulled the flashlight out from under our bed, and bravely ran out of our bedroom. the next thing i knew, kevin was jumping and flailing around the kitchen, swinging a tennis racquet at the bat that was swooping around him. I watched from our bedroom - half laughing and half fearing for the little bat's life (I am nothing if not an animal lover).
kevin's plan seemed to be to smack the bat with the racquet until it was either temporarily stunned or until it was dead. i wanted to trap it and take it outside. after about a minute of squabbling over what should be done, kevin looked at me and said, "fine, if you want it trapped you have to help me." so, i put one of kevin's t-shirts on my head (of course) and went out to the kitchen with a blanket. after about twenty minutes of the bat flying around our kitchen and kevin flinging the blanket at it, and me screaming and jumping behind kevin every time it came my way (very helpful), the poor bat got tired and swooped low enough to the floor for kevin to throw the blanket over it. then the little thing squirmed out from under the blanket, kevin and i both shouted, and, in a panic, kevin threw the plastic garbage can at it. the bat, having had something one-hundred times its weight hit it while it was in mid-air, made a crash landing. oh man. in the end we put the garbage can over the stunned bat, slid some cardboard under it, and took it outside - we are fairly certain it was alive. i had quite the laugh attack after it was all over, yet kevin looked, somehow, not as amused as me. i wasn't able to capture the event, since my camera died, but hopefully you can all picture it for yourselves - hilarity.
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