Tiny rustling sound
Why does this keep happening?
Bats belong outdoors!
I promised you I’d update Mama’s efforts to rid the house of bats, right?
Hmph, she hasn’t been very successful.
The other night (actually early morning) I was deep into my snoozle when I noticed Mama wasn’t in her bed. The door was closed, and I assumed (wrongly) that she’d sneaked downstairs for an early doughnut.
Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood my mama, butterfly net in hand and a murderous glint in her eye.
She made a few swipes through the air and practically did her Happy Dance.
Then she raced downstairs with net in hand, calling me to Come.
Of course I did. What doggo is dumb enough to miss out on the fun when there’s something to be chased?
Or a treat to be received?
Mama went outside, with me close on her heels. I used the time to do my early morning business, but she was whacking that net on the grass.
Something inside the net was clicking. I thought it might be a bomb, but no. It was just another bat!
When we got back in, Mama asked me how come I hadn’t seen the thing swooping around and set off my alarm bark.
Gosh, Mama, do I have to do everything??
There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them. ~Andre Gide, French author, Nobel Prize winner in Literature