We have a resident bat, occasionally he annoys me when he swoops up the hall and startles me, or when he swoops too low over my bed. Then I take to petitioning St Francis to take pity on me and evict Batty, all to no avail.
Other family members plead his case, he is a great mosquito hunter, this mollifys me somewhat.
This time however the bat goes too far. This season I have totally lost my sang-froid. Batty seems to have lost all sense of healthy boundaries and is flying TOO CLOSE, right up in our faces. Entering the house at all odd times, flying into every room of the house.
Tonight I lost it, he not only swooped within centremetres of my face, repeatedly. But he then swooped down over Bass’s head where he was sitting on the floor and was right on the floor next to him. I lost it, I scooped up Bass and locked us in the study, refusing to come out.
Finally hunger drove us out where we ate tea with a baby blanket covering my and Bass’ heads, whilst the bat swooped overhead. PC pondered that perhaps it was my security blanket, you bet, I felt far safer under the blanket with camera in hand.
It appears I am stuck with him until the house is sealed, from now on I’ll be driving PC hard to complete some jobs so we can seal the eaves. My family think I’m overreacting and being ridiculous, but really I do not think it normal to have a bat in my kitchen and certainly not to have one roosting above my sink!! The bat has to go!
ETA: Two days after writing this post, Batty spent the night hanging to the kitchen screen and then was found dead on the window sill the following morning. Looks like PC can ease up a little now. However a new bat has been sighted flying up the hall since….