While getting ready for bed, I heard a *scrabble scrabble* from the vent to the attic fan in the hall. It’s the first bat of the season! I went to tell Lloyd (who – as you’ll read about in the lower post – was comfortably in bed after drowning his sorrows from the worst day ever). He rose to the challenge, though. Whistling the theme from ‘The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly’ and wearing a fleece poncho we’ve been using as a blanket, he went to catch that bat. It involves propping the vent open with a broom, waiting until the bat comes out, then catching it with a sheet to release it into the wild. My job is to hide behind a door – this time with a camera.
The poncho fell off in the scuffle.
I’m glad he caught that bat. It surely would have eaten us in the night.
*skritch* *scrictch*
I’m coming for you, Lauren. I vant to suck your blood! (…or just bite you and give you rabies)
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s ok. Bats don’t wear pants either. It probalby felt some commraderie with you, Lloyd.
I didn’t know you were bat man. You forgot your cape.
Hey, it’s the first post my my mom! Hi mom. We’ll have to come up with some way to keep you and Lauren’s mom straight if she starts posting too.
You can’t see it in the picture, but instead of a cape I have on the traditional bat catching poncho. The bat catching poncho (or boncho for short) is usually only worn in the winter when the night time temperature in our house can dip into the fifties.
This was posted in the “Cricket” category?
While I was hiding in the bedroom taking pictures, Cricket was standing on my head trying to get to the bat.