country living lesson number 87. Everyone who reads any of my blogs knows that were rebuilding a home in the country to retire. They have followed all the things and have read about some of the mishaps so far. This weekends was a doozy. Last weekend was incredibly hot there and since they are still finalizing all stucco work, weve not be able to put screens in the new windows. Last weekend I said, I dont care, I have to open some of the upper floor windows to get a cross breeze which I did. Well, when we left last weekend, we left all the master bedroom and bathroom windows open fully by mistake. As we drove up this weekend, I became alarmed when we saw the house, Mike, look. All of our windows are open. He went in first, checked the house and then it dawned on us we must have left them open. We figured everything was OK and went about the chores we had lined up for ourselves to do. Well, last night at dusk, Mike was up in the master bath tweaking some electrical lighting thats over our bath area. I was downstairs getting a meal ready when I heard a great thundering of footsteps across the top of me. BARBARA...... he hollers as he comes pounding down the stairs and heads out the front door. What I shout as I run after him. He mumbles something as he heads for the pool equipment. What, I repeat,,,,,,he turns, looks at me as if explaining to a 5 year old. THERE ARE BATS FLYING AROUND OUR ROOM, GET SOMETHING TO CATCH THEM. IM GETTING THE POOL NET. What??? I really think hes pulling my chain until he runs back upstairs with the pool net, what the heck do I catch bats with (WHICH BY THE WAY IS NOT SOMETHING I AM REALLY EXCITED ABOUT ANYWAY!) I grabbed the cardboard that wrapped around the new toilet we brought up and a plastic garbage can and followed. Lock Blue up, Mike warns as he goes towards our bedroom door. I grabbed the dog and pushed him into the John Wayne room. As we enter, a bat lunges at Mike, he swings his net. In my left hand is the garbage pail, my right has the cardboard. Can comes up like a shield and I swing my cardboard like a sword. There are 2 bats dive bombing us, swish, swing, swish, swing is my mantra until one of them really goes for my head. Then I backed into the corner and swung everything with all I had. Mike orders, drive them to the windows, like hell, I am saving my hair and head I mutter. He swings his net, the bat dives for his head, round and round until they finally find the open windows. Whoooosh, they are gone, I jump out of the room and wonder what the heck I was thinking in the first place only to hear Mike yelling from the bath area, another one was in the shower. Youre on your own I warned and ran downstairs. We slept downstairs that night. All is well, bats are gone now, windows are closed. just shoot me
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 01:21:38 +0000
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