With all of the recent posts in the blogosphere of folks having birds nesting in their homes or having raccoons passing through their kitchens, I was feeling a little too suburban and antiseptic.
But no more. Last Saturday morning (yesterday) I rose (at 3:30 like I generally do on a Saturday) to find four bats (so far) flitting about my house. I managed to capture them by throwing towels over them and then gingerly carrying them outside, where they managed to flit away.
It is ironic that for years we had a bat house outside but could never attract the little dears, and now they seem to have found a way into our real house. Amber (the son’s fiance) thinks they may be coming in through the bathroom vents, which is a bother since we aren’t going to close those.
Update: A fifth bat made an appearance on Saturday night after Libby and I had gone to bed. A shreik was involved in the sudden discovery. Aaron and Amber, feeling they were trapped in the basement by the menacing bat in the stairwell, used his cell phone to call our house phone to wake up Libby and me to rescue them. Although I don’t doubt the claim, no further bat sightings were made in the night.
Second Update: Bat #5 was caught on Sunday evening, and moments later bat #6 was also caught. I’m not sure what to make of this number. One or two I could see getting in by accident, but this many suggests that they consider our house a roost. I’ll keep you posted.
- Smoketrees bloom on southwestern Missouri glades.