The Bat Hunter

My husband and I were walking back to our house after a strenuous yet peaceful yoga session.  Our conversation ( borderline bicker over whose flamingo pose was stronger) was suddenly halted as we see our son racing from the house dressed ... peculiarly.  He was wearing sneakers, pajama bottoms, a hoodie, scarf, gloves and googles.  It is nighttime and about 80 degrees.  What the hell is going on?

My first reaction was that he was higher than a kite and we are going to have issues.  I yell out "What the hell is going on?"  So much for that calm serene yoga afterglow.  He screams that there is a giant bat in the house.  Interesting choice for bat fighting gear, but at least i don't have to worry about drugs tonight.

Apparently he was walking past the library and saw it fly by.  He ran upstairs, closed his bedroom door and suited up.  Called both our cells, which of course were not next to us in our yoga class, and then realized he had to act.  Not wanting us to enter the house and be attacked,  he left his room, past the crazy flying monster, grabbed the dog and went outside.

When we got into the house, the bat was going crazy racing from upstairs to down and back again.  My husband trapped him in our son's room.  Our son was behind the door outside the room asking for the play by play.  Just then I hear a little girl screech...no that was my teenage son after seeing the bar squeeze under his door and pass his feet.

Over an 1 hour of chasing, screaming and me hiding, the bat was lead out the kitchen door.  He was the largest bat I had ever seen with what had to be a 2 foot wing span.  This is our first and hopefully last visitor of the season.  Back to Home Depot to get a new low pitch audio device to keep them out!

I only wish I had a photo of my son the BAT HUNTER.  Later that night, our "fearless" bat hunter was searching for rabies symptoms sure that somehow that bat bit him without his knowledge.