Late night excitement took on a whole different meaning the last 5 - 10 years of my life.
It usually means one or more of my children needs a middle of the night helper.
Last night it took on a whole new meaning.
As you can see from the above picture, we are looking at the insulation and studs in our bathroom. (ceiling and all) It is like camping, just a lot more expensive.
Well, wouldn't you know it, the amazing view came with an extra perk, a night visitor.
Somewhere between 2:30 and 2:45 am a bat began to circle above my head in my bed.
That is right folks, over my head swooping around my room, is a bat. I could feel and hear the breeze. AAUUGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This isn't our first bat in the house, so I knew what to do. Pull the covers over my head, shriek and inform my husband he was on flying animal kill duty.
You see, when we bought this old house, it came fully equipped with a load of projects and an attic full of bats. During a 2 year span, we had 4 bats make it into the house. It took us 3 trips from the bat proofer and over $2000 to eradicate the bats and their remains from our house. Oh, but old houses have so much character. Yeah. Beautiful original doors and woodwork tend to mean cracks big enough for wildlife.
I should have known that the construction project would have reintroduced us to our neighborhood bats. Guess the last 3 years of no bats made me forget all about them.
John, my hero, successfully rid our room of the bat with a tennis racquet. Fun times.
