We had a visitor over the weekend and since Mama’s working on her next novel, I get to tell you about it.
(Mama said something about striking while the Muse is hot. Don’t ask me why she’s hitting a hot Muse. It didn’t make much sense when she said it either!)
Anyway, before you get all excited thinking it might be The Kid, I have to tell you it was a small visitor.
And judging by Mama and Grandma’s reactions, it wasn’t a particularly welcome visitor.
Mama and I were just settling down to sleep when Grandma shrieked, “We have a BAT!!”
Mama leaped out of bed, shut me in her room (where I could only hear the fun), and raced downstairs.
Sure enough, Batty was dipping and gliding all through the house, making laps from the basement through the kitchen and back again.
Now Mama likes bats almost as much as Katybeth likes rats, so there was a LOT of screeching going on.
First off, Mama went to the garage for the butterfly net she uses as a bat-catcher.
It’s small, but once Batty is inside, he’s not getting out.
I could hear Grandma making silly suggestions like, check the valances. Look under the desk, under the bed, and so forth.
Right. Batty is going to pay a few bills, play Hide-and-Seek, and take a nap.
Then Mama saw him clinging to a dresser mirror. When she swung the net in his direction, he started making clicking sounds.
Eventually, Mama dislodged him and sent him lapping again.
She took that opportunity to scurry up the stairs and prepare to shoo him out the door.
Batty followed, and Mama swung. Would you believe she snagged him in that net?
My Mama’s got skills!
Guess all the tennis she’s played over the years sharpened her aim.
She tossed the whole kit and caboodle out the door and returned to bed.
Next time I’m gonna follow her and watch the show!