So, we have bats. By that, I mean that my parents woke up to a small bat sleeping in the window right next to their bed. Six inches lower and my dad would have been cuddling with it. It would not be a stretch to say that my family is not “bat friendly.” Sure, we love the occasional Batman movie, but knowing that a furry, rabies-infested critter with wings is soaring freely over our heads whilst we sleep is not exactly settling. Thankfully, both bat and father were not harmed in the successful removal of the critter from our home. I think the bat was probably sick. I don’t know the behavioral habits of bats, but if threatened with the end of a broom stick, I would think it would do more than hiss and fall to the ground. It didn’t fly…is that weird? Bats are the only truly flying mammal and I feel like it would totally have the advantage over the “attacker” if it just peaced out and flew away. My dad threw it out the window, at which point we assume it flew away because there is no dead or limping bat in the backyard.
Don’t get me wrong either…I’m a huge animal person. Never would I want a bat to be harmed just for being in my house. I want to know how it got there to begin with. I did some research (Thank you, Google) and found out bats can enter spaces even at just 1/4 inch wide. That’s…insane, to say the least. I also learned that contrary to popular belief, most bats do not have rabies…only about one percent. They are also a huge contribution to the ecosystem, and honestly, we’re all just not informed about how to live safely with them. Yes, I said “with” them. And no, I don’t want to live “with” them either, but I think there’s something to be said about knowing how and why a bat ends up in your home, and what you can do to prevent it from happening but still not harming the bat population. Unlocking the safe full of hunting guns, or pulling out the baseball bat stored underneath your bed are probably not healthy options.
No, I’m not going to list all the ways you can learn about bats and further “bat proof” your home. If you’re interested, research it…or just call my parents, who I can assure you will be going through this process shortly. I will tell you though, that you’re not supposed to bat proof your home until the fall. Bats hibernate in the fall, and are most normally found in your homes throughout spring and summer…so if you were to do it now and you still had bats in your home, they would die and it would smell. Bad. And then you’d be left with dead bats, and a guilty conscience…so don’t destroy the bat population.
Anyway, this situation humors me to its fullest potential. My parents are now both obsessed with finding out the origin of entrance of said bat, and let me assure you, my dad will not stop until this house is completely “bat proofed.” No one has dared to check the attic yet, and I’m sure that’s where the problem lies. Research tells me that’s where they are most likely to be found, and who knows…maybe it was just this ONE bat…but reality begs to differ. All I know is that we’re all a little more comfortable with the lights on, and we’re all a bit more hesitant to peacefully fall asleep at night. Thank God I’m just home for the weekend.
PS – My grandma told me I could write an entire book about my family. She said we’d have to call it fiction because Lord knows we’d lose half our social circle if people knew the mayhem we were capable of. Perhaps I’ll start blogging about them. They’re good people. Funny people.
i can’t spell it out for you.