|Interesting? I don't think so!|
Scratch, scratch, scratch – Lee heard at his bedroom window about 3:30 a.m. He listened for a minute, then started to drift off again, but the scratch, scratch, scratching continued.
“Those darn birds!” he said aloud. This wasn’t the first time they’d scratched at his window during the night. He had several trees close to the house but his feathered friends had taken a liking to the outside window ledge and apparently enjoyed scratching at the window.
When it happened a third time, he raised up on his elbow and looked toward the window. That’s when he saw that the noisemaker was not on the outside of the window, but was inside with him. At first, he wondered how a bird had gotten into the house, but then it took a little flight across the room and he realized it was not a bird, but a BAT!
“Oh, my gosh!” I said when he told me. “Did you have heart failure right then and there?”
“No.” Lee said. “Bats are quite interesting really. I watched it fly all around the house and it never once ran into anything or did any damage. They have remarkable radar.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Well, I knew I had to get it out of the house so I just opened the door and it took only a few seconds for it to fly right out of the opening. No harm done!”
Just then, his cat, Bitz, meandered into the room all sleepy-eyed, looking at him as if to say, “What’s happenin’?” She’d slept through the whole thing.
“A lot of help you are!” He said.
As you can see, my son takes everything in stride. Unlike his mom, he doesn’t get upset easily. Had I been in the same situation, I probably would have run out of the house and called someone to come and get the bat out before I went back. And that’s not the worst of it.
I’d probably never sleep again! At least not in darkness.