Last night in an attempt to appease THGGM who thinks I am tired because I do not sleep enough, I gingerly (ha!) climbed into bed last night at 11:30.
I walked to my side of the bed, knocking over the wooden trees I will knock over every night until I finally get them put away in the attic.
I turned on the light and settled down with my Stampin Up catalog. Ahhh. I have my eye on a stamp set that has a 'library card' stamp, but I've been waiting to order it until 'Sellabration' because I'm all for getting free stuff.
Anyway...
As soon as I settled in deeply under the covers I noticed what seemed to be a funny noise coming from THGGM's fan. Sort of a high pitched squeaky buzz. Oh, no. I thought. Could there be a mouse in the bedroom?
I went happily back to my little catalog world - the world where I rescue civilization by stamping cute stuff.
But that strange noise didn't subside.
I laid there very still. Sometimes my nose squeaks. Embarrassing yet true, I have on occasion ran out of a room due to having heard a weird sound, only to discover that it is my very own nose, whistling.
It wasn't me.
In my strange little mind, I decided that I would assume that the sound was not a mouse, but that THGGM's fan needed a good oiling. I've never oiled it, and it has been running every night since the end of summer when we no longer used the window air conditioner. Now why I would think that is odd. I'm 48 and I have never oiled a fan in my life. But, it was a comforting thought to think. I'm all about thinking comforting thoughts.
Soon after that thought, I screamed VERY loud and met THGGM under the covers.
I screamed because I saw something swooping around the bedroom.
We engaged in some intense pillow talk.
I must back up here and explain that I was the girl the teachers talked about in the break room at my high school. The one who saw things fly by - out of the corner of her eye. I once dove under my desk in an English class, because I saw something fly in the window. Nothing was ever found, and nobody else saw it. There was one particular teacher who would snicker every time I walked passed him in the hallway.
I think THGGM just wanted to be assured that it wasn't an 'eye floaty' that I had seen, although he was too kind (or tired) to bring up the whole school thing.
He was still for what seemed to me to be a very long time. He had been sound asleep for over an hour and was awakened by a loud scream. Goodness. I'd let him take all the time he needed, as long as I didn't have to do anything about it.
THGGM managed an escape from the room while I held perfectly still under the covers. From time to time I would peak out. Not because I actually wanted to KNOW what was going on, but because I needed fresh air.
To make a very long and exciting story short(er), there is a broom and a nightstick-like flashlight in our bedroom this morning. In the middle of my back yard lies my favorite pan and it's matching lid.
Under the snow lies what I am sure is an angel mouse that returned to torment me.
Yes. That's it. It HAD to have been an angel mouse. It could not possibly have been a bat.
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a few questions: is 11:30 considered late or early?
do I understand that your man killed something with your favourite pan, something that he either chased outside to kill, or killed indoors, then threw out?
Could you possibly be psychotic? I only ask because of my recent events making me have narcisistic and grandiose thoughts of everyone knowing my thoughts. If we're both to be committed, what are the chances of landing up together, poring over catalogues?
Hi Judy,
I come here every day to read about your life. I too am a grandmother so I enjoy reading about Baby Boy!
I came out of "lurkdom" today just to tell you how much I loved this story and the way you wrote it! I had a similar experience when I was younger. A bat had plastered itself to the wall just above my headboard. I kept hearing the strange noise and finally yelled for my mother. When she turned on the light there it was! I remember her grabbing the trusty old broom and opening the window. I don't remember anything after that but she must have shooed it out the window.
Anyway, thanks for the (shiver) memory and a big chuckle this morning!
Hope
Joyce - I don't believe my man killed anything. He knocked down a bat and carried it outside in my vintage cookware. Then, he just whipped the pot - cover, bat and all into the snowy backyard.
11:30 is early. I read for awhile and then sleep until he wakes me up at 7.
I think our troubles differ in this one point. You still TRY to leave your home. I try to find ways to NEVER have to leave.
Of course, after the events of last night, I'm having second thoughts about staying home.
Hope! Welcome! Thank you for sharing your bat story!
Judy
HOW on earth did a bat get inside this time of year?? I mean it is too cold to sleep with an open window right? How horrifying...I would not have slept a wink all night!!
EWWW...this story is too familiar! My parents had a second home, which actually an old farm house in the country...one time when we stayed there we also had a bat swooping overhead. Talk about screaming! My husband and brother whacked it with a tennis racket, may the old bat rest in peace. I too see things out of the corner of my eye that seem to run by, I'm forever on a mouse watch even though we've on had one in our home in 30 years!
Love your blog!
Update: My wonderful nephew Chris brought my favorite pan and lid back inside. I still have not TOUCHED it, but it is in the sink - with nothing in it.
I have a theory. Bats do hybernate. They eat insects, and it is WAY to cold for any of those to be moving around here. So, my theory is this: One box of Christmas decore was removed from the attic without a lid on it. It was full of poinsettia stems which I hadn't planned to use. A friend of ours wanted to borrow some of the stems for her wedding, so Daughter took some out for her, and the box remained at the foot of our bed.
I think it might have warmed up enough in our bedroom (we don't open the register as we like it cold) to wake a sleeping bat.
If that isn't what happened, I cannot possibly imagine where it came from. Our attic has a large attic fan that has a few tiny crevices where a bat COULD gain entrance.
I'm sticking with my theory until a better one comes along.
Judy
I too am perfectly content to hold tight to my happy delusions when it comes to unwanted critters in my home. Angel mouse seems like a perfectly reasonable explanation for what you saw. :)
So what time did you fall asleep? See what happens when you go to bed early? I hope you learned your lesson!
(If a bat were in my house, I would die of fright.)
Back when we were teenagers my best friend Lizzee's family moved to a house waaaaaaay up on the Washougal River in the middle of nowhere. As they were sitting watching TV one nite, they heard all this strange fluttery, weird sound coming from their fireplace. The next thing they knew, they had TONS of bats pouring out of the fireplace into the living room! It took them hours to get rid of them all, and I never entered that house without a case of the creeps forever after.
I slept in the den under a heavy blanket. First, I watched M*A*S*H and the whistling part of the Andy Griffith show - in an effort to calm myself. I slept fitfully and woke up unrested and stiff.
This morning I'm making plans to duct tape all around the fireplace screen.
THGGM assures me that as far as bats go, this one was rather small. Although, he might be lying. He does like to sleep without me clinging to him and saying 'what was that?' every 15 minutes.
Judy
I'll make sure Buddy reads this--I am sure he'll be disappointed that he missed meeting a bat in his parents house =)
You're hilarious.
Hugs
Christine
Well, I'll stop complaining about mice now. I think if a bat ever came into my house, I would never enter it again.
I laughed lots...very funny rendition of a flying angel mouse. THGGYou is a sweetheart for catching it! But then, I like to catch bats, so maybe other people do too?
I hope you rested well after the angel mouse was evicted.
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