Ok I wish I could have grabbed some pictures of this but unfortunately I was lucky I remembered to breath during all this.
My 3 year old and I were sitting on the couch watching Sprout (thank goodness in this case the older kids were at their dad’s). We have 2 cats. I heard the cats come bumping and stumbling down the steps from the living room. They sometimes fight with each other so I didn’t think much of it at first. I looked at my 3 year old and said “Them silly cats, what are those goofy kitties doing?” Then I heard the sound that that strikes fear in my heart. The undeniable screeching. Praying it wasn’t what I thought it was, I mustered up the courage to poke my head around the living room doorway to see what the cats were doing. I didn’t even make it to the door way when a bat flew past my head. I screamed like someone was killing me.
I coward on the couch with my 3 year old. That ugly nasty thing kept flying circles through the house. Every time it flew threw the living room I let out another blood curdling scream. My 3 year old was crying and he said “mommy stop screaming”. The bat then started flying back and forth from the foyer to the kitchen trying to get out one of the screen doors. As soon as I could gather up the courage I grabbed my three year old and we ran outside. I tried to calm myself down so I could calm my son down.
Thankfully it was only a half hour until my hubby came home. I waited gratefully on our front porch until he came home. I was so happy to see his car pull up. He got out of the car and my son says “Daddy we need help”. I explained to my husband what happened. He grabbed a straw broom off the porch and went inside. He went through the house and stuck his head outside and told me he didn’t’ see anything. I said “honey, it’s there I’m telling you. If flew through the living room like 3 times”. So I stood at the screen door and watched him from the outside. I hear him yell “I found it” Then I see him back peddling down the steps swinging the broom yelling “oh shit!”
He finally knocked it on the ground and did a good shuffleboard sweep and pushed the thing up against the screen door where I was standing. He shut the main door so it was strapped in between. I again started screaming and ran over to the other end of the porch. Hubby came out the back door and let it out and it flew away. I was crying by this point. He was laughing at me. Our neighbors probably think we’re nuts.
I have 2 irrational fears any type of rodents in my house and pretty much any kind of bug. I swear I could deal with an intruder in my house better than a bat.
Lmao!!! Picturing this whole situation going down is so hilarious!!! I’m glad your brave hubby got the bat out of your house though and everyone was safe. I know I probably would react the same way you did.
I almost wet myself, so thank you for that. The absolute best part? Your hubby stumbling back screaming oh shit. I can close my eyes and picture this whole scenario. Next time I am having a bad moment, I will recall this story and it will make me smile. Thank you, thank you!
Oh MY G-d! This is hysterical because it is so true. When I was just married, there was a mouse in our house and I waited on the kitchen table (standing) for 3 hours waiting for my husband to get home. I so agree with you! YUCK!