We had bats in the house I grew up in. I could hear them occasionally SCRATCHING on the walls of the old house.One time...I awoke to my mom telling me to "pull the blankets over your head...JUST DO IT". I did.My brother had come home, saw things flying around in my room,....and shut the door.I guess after some reflection, he went down and got my mom. Out came the homemade bat catcher of trash bag on a stick. (that way you could just STOMP them after catching them).They caught three that night. Stomped two...and put one in a gallon jar for show and tell.Yah..no wonder I'm traumatized. AWWK...Bats are flying mice..hate em' both~!
Donna - hey. I've been missing you during our Life Together series. I think you'd be liking it. These bats eat birds out of the air. If I didn't hate them so much, I might think that was kind of cool.
Bats are part of the reason Ron and I are married. He used to come down to the 1st Presby. Church to get them out of the building for me because I was scared to death of them...we started dating after that. :) My hero
Court...you had bats in your belfry...hahhahhhBobb, remind me to not let bats in our room again. It's very disconcerting when we are both under the covers.
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