an adventurous evening

Well we had quite an adventure last night. My husband was reading our little one her story before bed and I was downstairs (it was his night for bathtime). All of a sudden I heard him on the monitor say, "What the heck?" Then he yelled "Weed, get up here, quick!" (Okay, he doesn't call me Weed, but I don't use my name on here.) I ran up and he closed R's door behind him, coming out in the hall and said, "There's a bat." As we stood there in the hall I saw it flying behind him, near the bathroom in the hall. I screamed. It was so freaky. It flew into our bedroom.

I went in R's room and shut the door behind me. She was sitting in the rocking chair with her eyes open really wide. "Bird fwying Deetah's house," she said!!! (Deetah is what she calls herself. For those of you who know her name, you can see that it sounds absolutely nothing like her name.... We try and try to get her to say it right, to no avail). Anyway, I said, "You saw a bird flying?" and she said, "Yeah. Over dayer!" and she pointed at the door. I told her it was okay, stayed in there with her, read her another story, and put her to bed.

My husband had meanwhile trapped the bat in our shower in the master bathroom under a cardboard box. When he went back a few minutes later he thought it had gotten out of the box. He called a bunch of people (the health department, Animal Control, and a Critter Control place), trying to figure out what to do. It was going to cost $370 for someone to come catch it, with no guarantee that they would get it. They give you 30 minutes and if they don't catch it, you still have to pay them! Outrageous! So my husband decided to do it himself....armed with my tennis racquet and wearing his steel toed work boots! He told me I was his back up and he handed me a badminton racquet!! If I hadn't been so freaked out I probably would've been laughing my head off. He went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, so I didn't know what was happening, except from the sounds. He told me later that he found that it was still in the box. He got it wet with the shower so the box was pliable. Then he stomped on it over and over. He killed it and got rid of it (after he took pictures....which I wouldn't look at, and won't post on here, even though he thinks I should. I really don't want to see it, and I doubt many of you would, either!). Then he scrubbed our shower like it's never been scrubbed before. I'm glad I didn't have to look at it (he wanted me to, though)!

So that's just an ordinary night in the world of Weed....

I had trouble going to sleep, wondering how it got in, whether there were more, and would they be flying around me while I slept. Eeeeewwww!!!

This morning when I went to get our daughter out of bed one of the first things she said was, "Birdie fwying Deetah's house over dayer!" pointing toward her door. What a memory! I told her the "birdie" was all gone, and she seemed pleased by that fact.