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Originally posted by dtb
Any of you urbanites considering a move to the bucolic outer-reaches of your city, please read the following:
The other night, a bat flew into my house. I know we have bats in the rafters, and behind the shutters outside, but I'd never seen one IN THE HOUSE! Yikes. We were hunting it down (armed with brooms -- OK, fine. I wasn't armed with anything but my girly shrieks) and closing doors to trap it in a room. I went upstairs (b/c I didn't think it would be up there), and noticed something moving around in my son's room. It was then that the shrieking started in earnest. My son was fast asleep, but we turned on all the lights, slammed the doors, and two adults went after the bat with brooms. I helped by shrieking some more. My older son got out a belt (for protection), and after some more hollering and swatting, the bat had flapped its last. (RIP, bat)
The sleeping boy was never the wiser. I have to say, I can't look at the toy rubber bats my kids have in quite the same way anymore. I actually think bats are kind of cute -- when they're outside!!
You've been warned.
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Oh, Nuts!
Would you beat your grandmother to death if she wandered into the wrong place by accident?
In the interests of humanity, the proper way to remove a bat is to use a tennis racket; one hit stuns the bat, who can then be put outside, where it will eat all your mosquitos (there is no accounting for taste). Something tells me you have a tennis racket around somewhere, perhaps behind the saddles and epees.
If you ask nicely, I will also tell you how to get squirrels out of your attic.
NutS!
