I just killed a bat on my back deck
I wish I could come up with a more clever headline, especially with The Dark Knight currently in theaters. But seriously, what could be more impactful than stating I just killed a bat when I really did just kill a bat?!
Here we are on a sprinkly Friday morningin August, both of us working at home before we leave for a weekend of camping, when I spot a weird-looking thing just above the rear sliding door.
After speculating with Tracy on what the hell it might be (suggestions ranged from “bug” to “turtle”), I rattle the back door as Tracy watches. She sees it move slightly and tells me it’s a bat.
Great.
I’m hardly dressed. I have no cool armor for protection, and my only weapon is a broom. Still, as the man of the home, the responsibility falls squarely on my shoulders.
After one quick sweep, the little bat falls to the deck. All while Tracy is screaming, safe inside the house taking these photos.
After seeing it drop and not soon fly away, I set the broom on top of it to keep it from going anywhere. After setting the broom on it, I heard some minor squealing, which meant I had to go in for the kill. My only available weapon: my flip-flop-wearin’ size 16 right foot.
WARNING: my feet are gross, and this is the only time you’ll see them in a photo.
After a quick squish, I had to confirm the kill.
Finally, the cleanup.
I am man…hear me roar!
August 1st, 2008 at 09:13
You are so brave. You must be an actor. Working from home is fun!
August 1st, 2008 at 10:06
You MONSTER! It was only a baby!
I just IMmed that to you but you didn’t respond so it’s going into your comments.
August 1st, 2008 at 10:47
You killed a bat? What the hell for? May you be plagued with mosquitoes for the rest of the summer.
August 2nd, 2008 at 06:42
Do you remember in Frankenstein when the monster threw the little girl in the lake to see if she could float. That’s what I’m thinking of now — and yes, you are the monster. I will admit that in college my roomate and I killed a bat, but that little fucker was in our dorm room (Mac Hall was the bat cave). You could have just nudged him with the broom to wake Dracula up and tell him it was time to find a new roost. Was T screaming because of the flying rat, or because she saw your feet???