About three years ago, Lilya woke me up at 3 AM. It was a hot summer night, ceiling fans on, windows wide open. "Rob, I think there's a bird in the house!" she said. I turned on the light, and watched it fly frantically around the spinning fan. "Uh, honey—it's not a bird," I replied. It was a bat.
While Lilya covered herself with a blanket, I herded the bat into the empty guest bedroom and shut it inside, stuffing a towel into the crack beneath the door. In the morning, the bat was gone, and a hole had been chewed through one of the window screens. Problem solved.
Wednesday night we were working on the couch when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A flash of dark brown by the side door. A wing, as it turned out—another bat. Bigger this time, of course, and on the ground floor, flying in frantic circles through the house, trying to find a way out. I used the same technique, closing it off into the back part of the house, going outside and opening a door. It vanished within the next minute, presumably having found the open door.
Except the next night, ten minutes into Obama's speech (which I found rather tepid, by the way, not the it matters, having been wiped out of existence by the nomination of Harriet Myers—sorry, I meant to say Sarah Palin—as the Republican Veep), our bat returned. Damn bat. So we've been keeping doors and windows with less secure screens closed and that seems to have solved the problem. Two nights, bat free.
On the home front, I should have an actual kitchen-related post shortly, possibly even this afternoon.
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We woke up at 4am to watch the Obama speech on our computer and also found it somewhat tepid.... But it's had good reviews and that matters more than the opinions of mere mortals like us... In retrospect I came to like it more--and that was before Mad Mac's insane choice...
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