I'm sure you see where this is going.
I came home yesterday only to find.... a bat on the kitchen floor. Was it alive? Dead? feeding off the blood of some innocent person? (Ben told me that vampires aren't bats. I say he's wrong, it's just that not ALL vampires are bats.) Anyway, the dogs are outside, G is napping in his room (this time not locked in with the bat) and I'm.... peering out of our bedroom door to watch the vampire (who did not show up with a fancy car or presents or anything. Maybe because it was day time?) Then... it moved. I FREAKED OUT. Called ben and said, "I need you to come home right now. Emergency." I'm sure if you have a kid that's not a call you want. I assured him of the bat situation.
And how much does that look like a pile of poo?
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I hate to add to your anxiety, but have you had Ben look up in your attic? If you've got bats, their guano (poo that comes out of the bats that look like poo) can have neuro-toxins in it. Also, they are often protected species, so you get the bonus of needing someone expensive to remove them ALIVE. . . and now Amanda won't sleep tonight and Ben will spend some time in a ridiculously hot attic. You're welcome Ben!-John
Omg, freaking out at the comment above and freaking out at bats in your house and lmao at your post from august. God bless your hubby!
My hubby is a saint. It's true.
ANd thankssssssssssssss John.
Ok...you must read the florida room tonight. I sympathise with you completely!
Yes. You should get it checked out. It is very very weird to have so many bats in a year.
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