I've blogged before about the cats killing bats and leaving them on the doorstep. But recently I let Bobby in the house and Paul said, "He's got something!"
Bobby dropped it on the rug and sure enough, it was a bat. I had to put Bobby outside while Paul grabbed the first thing he could find - a kid rake. He put it over the bat so that it couldn't fly off in the house. Luckily, it seemed stunned.
So Paul turned the rake over and I tried to gently nudge the stunned bat onto the rake. Which is when the bat spread it's wings, made a hissing sound, and bared it's fangs at me! Whoa! This bat was very angry.
Meanwhile, Bobby was outside clawing the door and trying to get back in the house to his bat. He was angry too!
So the rake went back over the bat and I blocked the sides with my shoes in case the bat tried to escape while Paul ran to the basement for supplies. He came back with a small Tupperware container, some huge welding gloves, and cardboard.
People talk about living the quiet country life. But some days? Some days there is never a dull moment.