I am almost to embarrassed to post this. Over the long new year weekend, I decided to put away the roll of wrapping paper that I had sitting in my room just in case I had forgotten to wrap any Christmas presents. I go upstairs, go into the boys toy room and open the attic storage door. I turn on the light and I see something flying. At first I just thought that it was my eyes seeing shadows, but I quickly realized that it was a bat. I am ashamed to admit that I squealed like a girl and slammed the door shut. I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone. I called Bruce and told him that he had to get home to take care of the bat.
When Bruce gets home he grabs his weapons (a broom and a tennis racket) and heads upstairs. I follow him up shutting any and all doors behind us so that the bat can't fly downstairs. We get into the storage area, and nothing flies toward us. We tentatively make our way in. I make Bruce move all the tubs of clothes to scare the bat into activity. Nothing happens. I then make him look behind all the tubs to make sure that it isn't sitting there laughing at us. Bruce determines that the bat has left the same way it had entered. I am still a little intimidated to go into that closet, but I will make sure I go in armed!
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Oh my gosh! I would have screamed, too. Mom and Dad had a bat in their house when I was about twenty. It flew around in the dark in my room over my head. I freaked out and went to wake my mom and dad to help. They coudln't find it and accused me of dreaming it. That is until they got another bat in the house years later. They have their weapon (badminton racket) handy at all times now. We had one in the new school one time that I know of. And of course, it was in the kitchen where I work. It was quite comical, actually. The screams weren't coming from me that time.
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