We've had a lot of excitement at our house this week. It all started Saturday night when we were watching a movie in the living room. We both heard a noise that sounded like it came from the entry hall or the dining room. I looked, but didn't see anything amiss.
At about 2:00 a.m. I awoke to discover that something/someone was in the room with us. I lay there awake listening and trying to see in the dark. I heard the noise of someone bumping my bedside table. I was terrified. I reached over to see if Dale was beside me--he was. Then I heard someone bumping Dale's bedside table. I was convinced that someone was in the room and was checking both sides of the bed to see if we were asleep. I was so scared I was shaking & sweating, my heart was pounding. I was afraid to move. I weighed all my options. To get up and make a run for it. To wake Dale. To pretend I was asleep. I figured whatever I did, I would be hacked to death by a blood-thirsty axe murderer. I finally decided that I'd rather die with Dale than be separated. Then I wondered how long it would take to find our bodies.
Finally, after about an hour of that, I heard Dale get up to go to the bathroom. Then someone came back into the room and I said, "That had better be you, Dale." He said it was, so I told him what I'd heard. He asked if I wanted him to look around. I said yes. So we turned on all the lights and looked everywhere. Nothing was disturbed. No one was hiding anywhere. He told me I'd had a bad dream or was hallucinating. I insisted that I'd heard something, and I reminded him that we'd both heard something the night before. He went back to sleep but I was too shaken to sleep so I got up and read.
Sunday evening I was sitting in the living room talking on the phone to Kelly while Dale was upstairs talking to her. Suddenly what looked like a bird took a dive at my head and flew into the kitchen. I yelled, Dale came and looked, but it had already moved on. We looked all over the house and didn't find anything.
Monday morning we got up to find a bat in the bathtub. Mystery solved. (See photo below) We took a shoe box and my thin plastic chopping mat. Dale clamped down the box over him, then slid the mat under to trap him. We took him outside and let him go. He was shrieking like a--what else--bat from hell!
At about 2:00 a.m. I awoke to discover that something/someone was in the room with us. I lay there awake listening and trying to see in the dark. I heard the noise of someone bumping my bedside table. I was terrified. I reached over to see if Dale was beside me--he was. Then I heard someone bumping Dale's bedside table. I was convinced that someone was in the room and was checking both sides of the bed to see if we were asleep. I was so scared I was shaking & sweating, my heart was pounding. I was afraid to move. I weighed all my options. To get up and make a run for it. To wake Dale. To pretend I was asleep. I figured whatever I did, I would be hacked to death by a blood-thirsty axe murderer. I finally decided that I'd rather die with Dale than be separated. Then I wondered how long it would take to find our bodies.
Finally, after about an hour of that, I heard Dale get up to go to the bathroom. Then someone came back into the room and I said, "That had better be you, Dale." He said it was, so I told him what I'd heard. He asked if I wanted him to look around. I said yes. So we turned on all the lights and looked everywhere. Nothing was disturbed. No one was hiding anywhere. He told me I'd had a bad dream or was hallucinating. I insisted that I'd heard something, and I reminded him that we'd both heard something the night before. He went back to sleep but I was too shaken to sleep so I got up and read.
Sunday evening I was sitting in the living room talking on the phone to Kelly while Dale was upstairs talking to her. Suddenly what looked like a bird took a dive at my head and flew into the kitchen. I yelled, Dale came and looked, but it had already moved on. We looked all over the house and didn't find anything.
Monday morning we got up to find a bat in the bathtub. Mystery solved. (See photo below) We took a shoe box and my thin plastic chopping mat. Dale clamped down the box over him, then slid the mat under to trap him. We took him outside and let him go. He was shrieking like a--what else--bat from hell!
I had taken Monday off work to go blueberry picking and do odd jobs around the house. When we came back from picking blueberries, I was posting a picture of the bat to my facebook page when Dale yelled for me to come help him catch Bat #2 (photo below) that he'd found in the basement. After we let him go, I went back upstairs to update the facebook page to 2 bats. Before I could finish, he called me to help with Bat#3. I went back upstairs to update the posting, then had to run help with Bat#4. At that point, we decided to go to Lowe's and purchase a bat house.
Today, Tuesday, Dale left for St. Louis to spend a few days with Kelly & fam and to visit his mom, who lives in an assisted living place there. Before he left on his trip, he found Bat#5 dead in the basement. I don't know what's going on, but we definitely have a serious infestation. It will be impossible to find where they're getting in, as we have a 100 year old house, 4 levels, 55 windows.
I'm not too thrilled about spending my nights alone in a bat infested house. But that's better than axe-murderers.
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