Bats in the Belfry... or the hallway?

Jenna "Bat Hunter" Robinson

For anyone who knows me at all, they know that I would not, under normal circumstances be awake at 11:00 on a Wednesday night. I am an early to bed, early to rise kinda girl, especially on school nights. There would have to be some kind of crazy happenings to keep me up this late, or get me up after I was all snuggled up with Dexter and Lucy as is the case tonight. 

Approximately ten minutes ago, Lucy got up. She often gets up in the middle of the night, thinking that she needs to go outside. Generally I attempt to chase her back to bed and she relents, climbs back under the covers and passes back out for a few more hours... not so much this time my friends. Not so much. 

Instead of going back to bed, Lucy bolted through the baby gate that was across the bedroom door and into the hallway. I got up to follow thinking that perhaps there was going to be a massive diarrhea explosion and I never thought I would be disappointed to find that it was something else entirely. There was a mother f*c*i*g bat in the hallway. 

Don't get me wrong, I love little bats. I love little bats when they are outside catching bugs and doing cute little bat things. I do NOT love little bats who somehow sneak into my house without any windows being open. Bats like that freak me out. Bats like that I consider to be stalkers and uninvited guests. My cats consider bats like that fair game, in the truest sense of the word and apparently Lucy felt the same. 

I woke up Edward, he pulled himself together and the contest began... us against the bat. As we were plotting about how best to remove the bat without harming the bat (I told you I was a big fan of the bats. They're cute, when they're outside my house!!), the bat decided that maybe he was destined for basement greatness, so he flew off down the basement stairs. Jenna-kitty was hot on his trail and God bless her, she stayed that way. She is the German Short Haired Pointer of the feline world and she kept her eye on him wherever he went, which in turn allowed us to keep an eye on him while we came up with a winning plan. 

One bath towel and a brave Edward later, the bat was captured unharmed, while I uncharacteristically flapped my hands in the air screeching softly. Both the bat and our bath towel are now hanging out in the driveway and as far as I'm concerned, they can both stay there until further notice. Let this be a warning to all of the bats who hang out in my vicinity - stay outside little flying rodentia, it is not safe for you in a house with four cats and a Lucy. 

Even more astounding news: all of this commotion actually got Dexter out of bed. It didn't get him far, and it didn't keep him up for long, but he was conscious and out of bed after 9:00 at night. Now let's see if we can go back to bed now that the trouble has passed...

P.S. - Thank you Jess for teaching me the ways of blogging so now there are no underlines!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! :)