Must Have Been A BAT Party

Momma says that SNL (Saturday Night Live) comedian, Gilda Radner (RIP)  (yeah, I know, it seems like Momma knows a lot of dead people) had a book titled, ‘It’s Always Something’ because it mimicked her reality.  I agree, big time. At least it seems to be the case in our life.

It was another clear sky, full moon Saturday night. Maybe that is the beginning of the problem.  It seems like the Two Footed and Four Footed like to exercise their demons under the pull of a full moon.  The dogs bark louder, babies are born, the rich, the poor and even the hard-working, under appreciated middle class seemed to party  full tilt under the beguiling  full moon.  So is that what it was all about?

Let’s start by saying, we live in Bat Country.  I know.  I am a witness.  Since Momma and Wonder Boy are such enthusiastic wildlife supporters, they track all coming and going of the birds, bees, butterflies, rabbits, raccoons, ground hogs, possums and even the bats in our neighbour hood.  I dare say they would follow the beavers, coyotes, deer, fish and so on and so on as well, if they lived in our community.  Thank goodness they do not. Enough is too much already.

One night the sun dipped and dusk robbed us of the ability to see clearly.  Wonder Boy and Momma were outside with me when a virtual cloud of bats came swooping, diving, heading towards a big old tree, right in front of our garage.  This silent sea of winged specie seemed to disappear as magically as they  had appeared, in to the fleeting dusk.

‘What was that, Momma?  Flying mice with oversized wings?  Super Duper Moths? Grey butterflies? No, butterflies are always colourful.  So what was that Momma?’  ‘Bats, Jakita.  Our community is their breeding ground and like the feral and raccoons, they are not moving out of their natural habitat any time soon.’

No problem.  Well, no problem, until on a full moon last Saturday night they winged their way in to our shed room.  You know we live in an old house.  You do not buy a newer home, with a floor plan that includes a shed room, these days.  Wonder Boy and I were out there when down from the rafters came two of those silent bat mobiles, flying so low they just managed to whiz past Wonder Boy’s head without making a touch down.  It was very disconcerting. I was even too shocked to even bark at the intruders.

Now I admit, I don’t know a whole lot about a variety of subjects.  I know I am responsible for the Two Footed and the Four Footed around here but I don’t cover bats.  I do not care if they are endangered.  They are some one else’s problem.  I will respect them if they are outside but in my house, it is game on….well, it would be,  if only I had wings to fly!

PS: True story.  We were the lucky ones.  Just four houses down the street, our neighbours woke up to Holy Batman…….I am not sure – it could also have been a Saturday night. Whatever day it was, they got up  to find that there on their living room drapes, little bats, hanging upside down, in a row, sleeping soundly.

 

It must have been quite the full tilt Bat Extravagnza Party the night before!