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ungodly screams in the middle of the night...
entry by The Hitman's Daughter
8/29/2005 12:07 AM
| Last night I woke up because the cats were being extra retarded. They were rocketing around the bedroom at mach speed.
Normally they do this anyway, but not to this degree of insanity.
I sat up in bed, in the darkness, and I was just about to say "Berlin and Tokyo shut the fuck uuuup" when all of a sudden there was this ungodly sound - a sharp shrieking noise, loud and piercing, like a cicada screaming into a bullhorn - coming from somewhere in the bedroom. Then my curtains started to shake.
At this point I was too tired and out of it to think clearly, but Ed leapt up out of bed and turned on the light. The sound came again, this loud shrieking noise.
"Jesus Christ it's a bat," I said.
The bat was clinging to our bedroom curtain, and screaming in fear as our two cats scrambled to attack it. Tokyo and Berlin kept making wild leaps at it, and it let go of the curtain and started flying around the room.
Now, our bedroom is not very large. I ducked down on the bed and peeked out from under the blanket. The bat was flying around the room, around and around and around in a little circle. You know those halloween toys , the fake bats that you attach to the ceiling and it flies in a circle? That's exactly what it looked like. And it just kept doing that.
Ed and I discovered the cause of the problem. Our bathroom window had been left open a couple inches. We had by this point retreated to the livingroom, trying to decide what to do.
We peeked back inside the bedroom, to see that the bat had finally decided to roost over our doorway. It hung there upside down, looking at us with a little frightened puppy-face. It was clearly scared out of it's wits, and I felt really bad for it.
Ed picked up one of his old mesh laundry bags from the military and, standing on a chair, tried to scoop it up inside. But the bat screeched and flapped and in turn I screamed and hid under the blanket. Ed yelled "Where'd it go?! Where'd it go?! Is it on my back?" while he danced around on the chair trying to grab at his back, and I decided I was getting the fuck out of there - I was about to hightail it out of the bedroom and Ed yells "STOP YOUR FOOT DON'T STEP THERE STOP!!" and I screamed and curled up in a ball. Aparently I had just about stepped right on it. It was on the floor.
Ed dropped the mesh bag on top of it, and then gently rolled the carpet up around it.
He carried it down the stairs and outside, I followed in my pyjamas. He placed the rug down, unrolled it, and lifted up the mesh bag. The bat gave one final squeak of protest and flapped away into the night air.
It was difficult to get back to sleep after that, because all our animals were so wound up. The cats and rats would not shut up. Fucking cats, rats, and bats.
[last edit 3/31/2006 4:13 PM by The Hitman's Daughter - edited 1 times]
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Awesome story! That's happened to me before, we had a whole nest of them living in the attic.
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*shudders*
bats don't normally scare me. I like seeing them fly around outside at night. And we've happened upon them before in abandoned buildings.... But it's a whole different story when they're stuck in your bedroom.
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Good bat-saving-job though. They are little bits of flying chaos when riled up. They're alot easier to move when hibernating. You poke at their feet with a glove and in half-dream they grab on, like a baby with a bottle.
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over the years my family has gotten two pet bats over the years because of things like this, the first I was a baby and the bat was in the fireplace and it came down the chimney.. My mom didn't know what was in the fireplace at the time but she opened it and it came crawling out on all fours covered in ash.. she didn't relies what it was freaked out the threw a bucket over it.. Eventually my dad got home from work and found the bat extremely confused under the bucket, That was pet bat Number 1 "Spike".. Pet bat number two was a few years ago.. My brother was walking at night saw one of those lava rocks on the ground, he kicked it and it squeeked.. Took the lil guy home untill he was in better shape, and kept him fed, released him a week or two later
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