kozmic
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And who doesn't want to hear that at 4:10 AM?
I "half-heard" my eldest call "dad" but it wasn't enough to totally awaken me from my slumber. The second time I heard him and was able to respond with a semi-coherent "what's the matter"?
He said "There's a bat in my room". My first response was "close your door and sleep in the den". But I realized (after some persuasive prodding from my roommate) that probably wasn't the best way to proceed! So, lady Kozmic and I made our way to the other side of the house towards his room. The three of us cautiously entered looking into every nook and cranny for the winged rat.
There he was clinging onto one a window screen in all of his black grossness. We regrouped and thought about our plan of attack. I scanned the floor for a suitable weapon, very willing to sacrifice the screen and even the glass for a quick and decisive end to the invasion.
While I was doing my recon, my wife grabbed a small one gallon kid's pal the was on the floor (my son has a 60 gal. fish tank in his room and often uses pals for maintenance) and before I knew it, slapped it over the bat and pinned him to the screen.
He made one a hellava racket bouncing off the pal and squeaking out his obvious displeasure.
After the amazement of her fortitude and courage sank in, I asked her what her next move might be. It became clear that her plan hadn't included any forethought as to the actual extraction of "Son of Dracula".
As she bravely held her ground and her prisoner captive, my son and I quickly searched for something rigid enough to slide under and securely cap off the open end of the pal so we could safely carry and free the bat outside.
I ran into the den and reached for the first album jacket I could put my hands on and returned to the hostage scene. It was only when I got into the lit bedroom that I saw I had grabbed an original LP for the soundtrack of "The Wizard of Oz". It has a fair amount of monetary value and is my wife's favorite. When we both realized what I had in hand, I looked up at my wife just as she was barking out "have you lost your mind"?
She then told my son to release the two screen clips and together they would carry out the 2' x 5' screen and the pal as a single confinement unit. My son's room is over our garage and it isn't too long a hike to the outside but, adventurous because of the situation, steps, turns, locked man doors and a closed overhead door. There was nothing left for me to do but stand back in awe (with tennis racquet in hand of course)!
I heard the door unlock and the garage door begin to open and within a few seconds I heard the garage door closing and them returning up the stairs. I asked if he was gone? they said "yes" so I told my son I was "glad a was able to help" and made my way back up to bed.
A few minutes later (now 4:40 by my bedside clock) my wife came up to our room and as she was settling back into bed I told her that our ordeal had made me work up a hankering for some eggs and suggested she might want to whip up a quick breakfast.
Her response would send off all kinds of bells and whistles at the home office so it is best left unstated here.
The things I have to do as the head of the household!
I "half-heard" my eldest call "dad" but it wasn't enough to totally awaken me from my slumber. The second time I heard him and was able to respond with a semi-coherent "what's the matter"?
He said "There's a bat in my room". My first response was "close your door and sleep in the den". But I realized (after some persuasive prodding from my roommate) that probably wasn't the best way to proceed! So, lady Kozmic and I made our way to the other side of the house towards his room. The three of us cautiously entered looking into every nook and cranny for the winged rat.
There he was clinging onto one a window screen in all of his black grossness. We regrouped and thought about our plan of attack. I scanned the floor for a suitable weapon, very willing to sacrifice the screen and even the glass for a quick and decisive end to the invasion.
While I was doing my recon, my wife grabbed a small one gallon kid's pal the was on the floor (my son has a 60 gal. fish tank in his room and often uses pals for maintenance) and before I knew it, slapped it over the bat and pinned him to the screen.
He made one a hellava racket bouncing off the pal and squeaking out his obvious displeasure. After the amazement of her fortitude and courage sank in, I asked her what her next move might be. It became clear that her plan hadn't included any forethought as to the actual extraction of "Son of Dracula".
As she bravely held her ground and her prisoner captive, my son and I quickly searched for something rigid enough to slide under and securely cap off the open end of the pal so we could safely carry and free the bat outside.I ran into the den and reached for the first album jacket I could put my hands on and returned to the hostage scene. It was only when I got into the lit bedroom that I saw I had grabbed an original LP for the soundtrack of "The Wizard of Oz". It has a fair amount of monetary value and is my wife's favorite. When we both realized what I had in hand, I looked up at my wife just as she was barking out "have you lost your mind"?
She then told my son to release the two screen clips and together they would carry out the 2' x 5' screen and the pal as a single confinement unit. My son's room is over our garage and it isn't too long a hike to the outside but, adventurous because of the situation, steps, turns, locked man doors and a closed overhead door. There was nothing left for me to do but stand back in awe (with tennis racquet in hand of course)!
I heard the door unlock and the garage door begin to open and within a few seconds I heard the garage door closing and them returning up the stairs. I asked if he was gone? they said "yes" so I told my son I was "glad a was able to help" and made my way back up to bed.
A few minutes later (now 4:40 by my bedside clock) my wife came up to our room and as she was settling back into bed I told her that our ordeal had made me work up a hankering for some eggs and suggested she might want to whip up a quick breakfast.
Her response would send off all kinds of bells and whistles at the home office so it is best left unstated here.
The things I have to do as the head of the household!
