My Funny DH, Again

Here is another funny story 'bout my darling DH, which took place before Kiddies A&B were born.

One night I woke up, not knowing what it was that woke me up. I lay there in the dark, and then realized that Chatham, our siamese cat that usually sleeps with us, wasn't in bed. I could hear his nails coming up the hall and into our room. Then back down the hall to the other bedroom. And back again.



Hmmmm. What was he doing? Then, I realized that he must be following a moth or something that was flying from room to hall to room and back. I didn't think much about it, til I realized that I could see something fly around the ceiling fan (which was running) and out to the hall. I'm quite nearsighted and it was dark, yet I could see something whiz by. So I lay quietly and waited.

There it was again. Hmmm - what could it be? . . . .

Then I realized what it was.

"D?" I nudged him.

"mmm?" he said sleepily

"I think there's a bat in here."

~ } SLAM { ~

"What are you going to do?" he called from the other side of the closed door.

Hmmmm. I still lay there in the dark, with Chatham running back and forth, beneath the bat that flew its figure-8 course.

"Do we have some sort of net?" I called.

I could hear D thumping down the stairs and then down to the basement. In a moment he thrust some things thru the door and closed it again.

He had gotten me a fishing net - the shallow kind used to scoop hooked fish - and a pair of oversized garden gloves.

I sat there in the dark and watched that dark shape fly by a few more times, and then swung the net. I made contact, but unfortunately didn't catch it - I had actually hit it with the frame of the net. It lay stunned on the floor, so I scooped it up (with those humongous garden gloves) and took it down to the front door. It was soooo tiny - cute, in fact.

I tossed it out and it flew away.

My big, brave DH. The next time a bat got in the house, he was MUCH better.

lol