Based on a True Story
So last night around 11:30 maybe, Missa and I are in bed drifting off to sleep when I hear kind of a clang sound. I blink and stir a bit, asking if she heard that. She says yes and that she had heard something like a flapping noise. at this point my mind goes "Oh shit."
I turn on the bedside light and look around, for a moment seeing nothing. Just as I start to relax the startled cry of my lover send my adrenaline racing; "Oh my God it's a bat!"
The leathery flapping of wings and the swiftly darting shadowy shape confirms this dire warning. A bat has entered my bedroom. The ancient compact between man and woman demands that I act. I tell Missa to take shelter beneath the covers, to spare her the sight of what is to come.
I roll out of bed and confront the beast. It darts and flits across the room coming within inches of my head. Mere strength of arms will not be sufficient, I require a weapon. I race to the kitchen and pull out my trusty push broom (much more manly than a normal bristle broom)and quickly return to the field of battle.
The fiendish rodent put up a terrific fight. he weaved around my blows like a shadow over water. I focus and remember my training playing Space Invaders: Strike not where your targets IS, but where it WILL BE. Thwack! I hit the bat and it falls to the ground.
My foe seems small and frail now as it lays unmoving on the floor. I choose mercy and trap it beneath a waste basket, then take it outside to set it free, so it can inform it's brothers and sisters that THIS house is off limits.
I turn on the bedside light and look around, for a moment seeing nothing. Just as I start to relax the startled cry of my lover send my adrenaline racing; "Oh my God it's a bat!"
The leathery flapping of wings and the swiftly darting shadowy shape confirms this dire warning. A bat has entered my bedroom. The ancient compact between man and woman demands that I act. I tell Missa to take shelter beneath the covers, to spare her the sight of what is to come.
I roll out of bed and confront the beast. It darts and flits across the room coming within inches of my head. Mere strength of arms will not be sufficient, I require a weapon. I race to the kitchen and pull out my trusty push broom (much more manly than a normal bristle broom)and quickly return to the field of battle.
The fiendish rodent put up a terrific fight. he weaved around my blows like a shadow over water. I focus and remember my training playing Space Invaders: Strike not where your targets IS, but where it WILL BE. Thwack! I hit the bat and it falls to the ground.
My foe seems small and frail now as it lays unmoving on the floor. I choose mercy and trap it beneath a waste basket, then take it outside to set it free, so it can inform it's brothers and sisters that THIS house is off limits.