Holy Colee!

I HATE bats... especially when they are flying around INSIDE the house. And that, my friends was what was going on Friday night after we got home from Heather's baptism. The cat was watching something pretty intently. At first we thought maybe she'd heard a mouse. We then realized she wasn't looking down any more. Mom sleeps with a tennis racket by her bed for just this kind of an event (which should tell you this is not the first bat we've had inside.) Tennis racket, by the way, because the bat's can't "see" them, like they can a broom. Cannon and I hid in his bedroom while we let mom be the brave protector. In the mean while we called Tanner to come up. He arrived to find the bat knocked out and trapped in the bottom drawer for safe keeping. Cannon gets a little braver when other people are around; he took Tanner's gloves and took the bat outside.

I know that bats serve a purpose. They eat the mosquitos and other bugs that would otherwise make life unbearable, but that doesn't mean I have to like them.