Earlier in 2013 I told you about the bat that got into our home during a remodeling project and how the bat dive-bombed my husband. Since that time Terry has been on the roof at least four times, trying to find small openings where a bat could possibly gain access to the rafters. We have had many other people up there climbing around on the roof, propping up ladders, and finding creative ways to close up these small openings.
We felt that we had won the batty battle.
One Saturday morning in November I walked into one of our guest bedrooms. The lights were off and I saw a dark object on the carpet. I was about to reach down and pick up what I thought was a costume piece – then I thought better of it.
I turned on the light so I could get a better look and wouldn’t you know it – it was a bat. A bat, in the house, right in front of me.
I freaked out. I guess I screamed. And I slammed the bedroom door. The dog didn’t seem very interested in the bat, which led me to believe that he had already explored this path and that the bat was likely dead. If it was alive, the dog would be much more interested.
I made Terry deal with the little bat body and yes, it was dead. Terry said it looked like it had been dead for a while.
We had many theories about how this little creature ended up inside the walls of our home. The one I liked the very best was the idea that Maple found it outside and brought it inside and dropped it off in the room where he spends the most time. Terry said the dog did make a beeline for that room when he got in the house the night before, which further supported this theory.
We had always assumed that we only had one bat roaming around here, so while it was very unsettling to see it in the house, we felt comfortable with the fact that the lone bat was long gone.
Later that night we were both about to drift off to sleep when we heard scratching. We both held our breath and listened. Upon further investigation the scratching was coming from the hallway, on the other side of the drywall. We spent a half hour listening and trying to figure out how the creature had arrived there. It just didn’t make sense.
“I always thought we just had one bat,” Terry said.
“They are here to avenge the death of their winged friend,” I said.
The next day Terry went up on the roof again, armed with a can of foam insulation and looking for possible bat entry points. He sealed up some more spots.
And now, we wait.