A Visitor to My Bedroom...
Once upon a summer's evening, in the year of our Lord, Two Thousand and One, a woman was laying her weary head upon her pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, she was awakened by a noise. Thinking it was of no consequence, just a tree branch against a window, she relaxed. Lulled into complacency, the 'noise' became louder, quickening.
As she sat up, startled and drowsy, she felt something fly closely past her face. She froze, her heart pounding. Reaching for the lamp, she could see a small body crawling across the window, in the moonlight. She fumbled for the light; once the room was illuminated, she could clearly see what looked like a bat, crawling slowly across her window, looking very unhappy. The woman left the room...
[Now we take an interlude, Dear Readers, to allow the woman some moments of privacy and to compose herself...While she had dreamed many a dream of romantic chance encounters with the living dead, when actually faced with the symbol of aforesaid, it wasn't quite as romantic as she had imagined...]
Now, we return to our story...
The next day, upon arriving home from her day's work, she and her beloved looked - in vain - for the intruder. All was hoped to be well, that he found his way out the same way he found his way in. That night, the events of the previous evening repeated themselves. This would not do. Something had to be done.
The following day, the search again proved fruitless. As her beloved despaired of locating the little guest, the woman daintily removed a garment upon her wardrobe door, the last place she saw it go. No one saw it at first, then she exclaimed, "There it is, oh my word, there it is!" Her beloved said, "Where?" "There! See...right on the coat...he almost blends in with it..." She rushed from the room to get a camera to document the event, but upon arriving back, the guest was already in custody.
Morale: Always tape up all openings in the window you put your air conditioner in...
So Mr. Bat spent the two days at your place? Fun! I've had to snare
trapped birds before. Hard to do until the poor little things stun
themselves by hitting a window.
Ever heard of the Bat Bridge in Austin Texas? Upwards of a million
Mexican
Long-Tails live under it and come out in a river of bats every night. I
saw
it a few years ago, and it was great! --John
Just read your little story and it reminds me of when Gwen and I were
young. We lived in a house belonging to my aunt and uncle. It was a
large house and one had to climb 50+ stairs to reach the front door, so
it was much higher up than other houses in the area. The boys at school
would always tell us about all the bats that flew about our house as
soon as it got dark at night; in fact many children were so frightened they
wouldn't knock on our door at Hallowe'en which was too bad, because
Auntie Margaret always made wonderful candy apples, rice krispie squares and
all sorts of other goodies. She and Uncle Charlie also were always dressed
in costume when the kids came knocking. Like all the additions you've made
to your website. All the best. Carol