I woke up at 5am this morning to the sound of wings flapping - ah yes, a visitor from my past had come again. I tried to go back to sleep and ignore the little friend until a bit later, but 45 minutes later, I woke again to the same "flapping" noise. I decided to get it taken care of then so I could sleep soundly again. I thought about calling a friend to assist me in this adventure, but figured it was a battle that I had to fight solo.
Every time I battle a bat, though the situation might be different, there is one thing that remains the same - a blanket or towel always ends up on my head. I must be convinced that bats are drawn to my hair or something, so yet again, a blanket went over my head as I started my attack.
I figured the bat was in my sitting room, so I cleverly closed the door separating my sitting room from my bedroom and exited my house using my bedroom door. I escaped out the door with a headlamp and blanket on my head, a Maglight torch and a big stick - used for walking/snake killing/bat beating/etc. I probably looked like a deranged lunatic running around my house dressed like that, but I was well covered. I opened the outside entrance to my sitting room to find the bat sitting very still near my sofa, just waiting for my approach. I tried to scare it somewhere but found out that it had trouble flying. The little guy fluttered around and flew about an inch off the ground towards something - I couldn't tell where it was trying to fly initially since I covered my face fully at this point so it wouldn't get me.
I spotted the bat again, this time it had landed in-between the door and the doorpost - the door leading into my bedroom (thankfully I shut it, otherwise I would still be chasing that little guy around). I thought, "This is the perfect place to trap it and shoo it outside." When I told people this story, they asked me why I didn't beat it - well, bat beatings are gross and not my choice of things to do at 6 in the morning. So, I opted to trap it. I tried poking the bat trying to scare him into my trash receptacle but it finally spread its wings and flew out of my house, exiting left, of course.
Well, I tried to go back to bed, but the adrenaline from the early morning battle was too much to send me back to my slumber. But how thankful I am that My God doesn't sleep or slumber. He was watching over my every move and every dream. He must have had a good time laughing at my fight this morning. My Father certainly has a sense of humor.
