Really! I couldn’t walk with the group last Saturday because a bat flew into my bedroom first thing in the morning. I had just gotten up at 7 am and was getting dressed for the walk when something black torpedoed into my bedroom being chased by my cat. At first I thought it was a panic stricken bird flapping its wings but then the creature landed on a curtain rod and folded up its wings – it was jet black and quite tiny and definitely looked like a bat and not a bird. Well! What was I to do?
I definitely knew I did not want to be sharing my house with a bat and quickly shut my bedroom door, hoping to contain the little critter and then immediately called a wildlife control company for help. You know, the kind of company that removes unwanted racoons and squirrels from your attic. “Oh yes, Ma’am, we have experience with bat removal, we’ll send one of our people over to collect the bat”.
Meanwhile, the cats and I sheltered in the kitchen while we awaited arrival of the batcatcher. Two hours later, a pleasant young man (although everyone seems young to me these days) arrived with a net and jar in hand. “Oh no, Ma’am, we can’t just chase the bat outside, it’s winter and it would die in the cold. We have to catch the bat and take it to a wildlife refuge centre where it can safely nest until spring when it’s warm enough to be released”. The pleasant young man then proceeded to take apart my bedroom from top to bottom looking for said bat which was not to be found, anywhere. Apparently bats can squeeze into a hole the size of a dime and I live in a big old house full of nooks and crannies. Two hours later, still no bat. Batcatcher told me there were two possibilities: 1. I would find a dead bat over the next two weeks (no food) OR 2. bat girl/boy had made good her/his escape.
That night I moved up to the third floor and into my spare bedroom. There had been no further bat sightings but just to be safe, as I’m sure you understand. As I was nicely drifting off to sleep, I heard little scratching noises coming from the chimney wall behind the headboard. Aha! There were creatures in my chimney! Suffice to say I did not sleep well that night. The next morning, I made another call to the wildlife company to make arrangements for them to climb up onto my roof and inspect the chimney flue for invading critters. And no, of course they won’t poison any invading critters (perish the thought!), they will seal up any cracks they find while leaving a one way door in the main opening that will let the critters escape but deny them return entry. That’s what they tell me anyway. The batcatchers will be returning this coming Wednesday to finish the job. In the meantime, I await their invoice with trepidation!
P.S. I came across the quote below that extolls the virtues of walking; it could be the TPW motto!
“I have two doctors, my left leg and my right” (British historian George Trevelyan.)