Rudely awakened this morning to Peg screaming my name. Sometimes that is a good thing, but the blood-curdling nature made this different. Fearing she had fallen and hurt her leg again, I quickly jumped out of bed and went downstairs to a scene of chaos. Two small dogs yapping loudly, big dog cowering behind couch, cat jumping wildly into the air trying to catch a circling bat. Peg is lying on the floor trying to climb into the 2 inch space UNDER the couch. Bat heads my direction. I bravely retreat back upstairs. Soon the bat, exhausted from creating mayhem, alit on the curtains in our dining room. I grabbed the nearest weapon, a long stick with a Swiffer pad on it, and gave the bat a mighty whack, seemingly sending it out the front door that was propped open with Parkers music stand. Like Sir Lancelot with my Swiffer Sword, barefoot and clad in my Harding Band tee and whitie tighties (do not visualize, you will be turned to stone), I proudly celebrated my victory over the mighty beast.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 18:58:21 +0000