It started with a squeak. You know the kind I'm talking about: unlpleasant; unwelcome. The high pitched call sounded three times in succession - squeak, squeak, squeak - and I bolted upright as I am inclined to do when such a noise occurs.
My first thought, of course, was that the cats were chasing my arch nemesis: the mouse. So i waited breathless for more squeaks that never came. All I heard were intermittent thus of one of the cats jumping on and off something in the living room. My second thought was that it was from outside. With the windows open, sometimes those bits of nature that I'd rather not encounter sound too close for comfort. My third thought was that I'd I walked into the kitchen, which is right off the bedroom, and the cats followed me, then I had nothing to worry about. This, of course, is always risky. But I gathered my nerves and took the six steps into the kitchen where I blasted the light - because that's safety - and no cats followed me.
I stepped into the hallway to see where they were, still within darting distance of the bedroom, to see Emily perche'd on the credenza and Desmond on the flior, both staring intently at the ceiling, their heads swaying, swooping almost. I followed their entranced gazes. There in the dim light of the living room was a bat flying around.
Not knowing what else to do, I did thd only sensible thing and screamed "Oh my god, oh my god" over and over and ran into the well-lit kitchen. Jake comes storming into the kitchen in a panic convinced that ghete a somebody in the house, grabs me by the shoulsers, and just keeps asking, "What is it? What is it? "
When we finally got on the same page that there was a bat, not an armed robber, in our hiuse, Jake shooed me into the bedroom and then stood in the hallway where he, every once in a while, saud, "Shit. "
I could offer no possible productivity outside the bedroom, and for the first time, I was glad to have a Smartphone. I looked up what to do (and more importantly, what NOT to do) and why the bat is in my house. Unfortunately, now I'm convinced that we have a feisty bay colony living in our collapsed eaves along with the recently decimated mice colony that I'm positive is just laying in wait to return with a vengeance. It's terminator time. And then get someone in to fix the eaves time.
Anyway, after about an hour, Jake managed to isolate the bat to the porch where it currently is residing. Looks like we have a date with animal control this morning.