Winged Death
August 24, 2008 Posted by Al Castle
1 comment so far Categories: Izzy, Squirrels, gnash-teeth
Tags: bats, i love my cat, near death
Last night a flying rodent, batamus-flyingaroundamus was discovered fluttering about the dining room. WeeWee was on the table taking the high ground, Izzy poised on the ground to pick up where and when WeeWee would surely fail.
As I entered the melee, WeeWee bolted, the coward. Izzy and I girded our loins for the battle. A skirmish really, which would only last 10 minutes, but felt like an eternity.
Looking about for a method to capture the bastard in, I noticed an empty Tupperware container. The problem with this approach was that the creature flew at high speed in an erratic and unpredictable manner. The container was rather small which meant I would have to be quick and make sure to protect my face. Visions of it flying into my mouth or eating my eyeballs while I screamed had to be pushed down.
It took several attempts including a scary bit when the bat crawled under the china hutch and made angry chirping noises at me. Fortunately Sub-Commander Izzy had no qualms about reaching under there. (She received the medal of valor for this.)
I wanted to take a picture of the fangs, which despite the creature only being about 2
inches long with a 6 inch wing span, had fangs at least a foot long, that were stained with human blood and had bits of flesh stuck to them. (Shudder.) Alas, I only had my iPhone on me and due to safety precautions of me and my men I could only indulge in photography after the beast was contained.
After capturing it in the Tupperware, I very carefully slid a paper plate underneath. Izzy was close at hand to shut down any escape attempts. We then proceeded outside and lifted the lid, as the bat took flight, Izzy managed to get a good smack in to remind the little bastard not to ever come back.
