On and off over the past several years we’ve had a bat living at our house. One summer it lived between the screen and the glass of one bedroom window (NEVER opened that window.) Last year it lived in the eaves above the front porch. We did some things that theoretically got rid of it, but this summer it came back. (Do you like how I just *assume* it’s been the same bat every year? I prefer to think we have ONE bat that really likes the house, rather than having a house that bats seek out to live in.)
Anyway, this summer it was back. And you can tell it came back because you see the bat poop on the front porch. We rarely see it, but the other day I noticed it hanging up there- CREEPY. It was still there the next day. And the next. So today Brian decided to try to scare it away. He was throwing a tennis ball at it, and nothing. Hitting the roof next to the bat and NADA. But he was a man on a mission, so he got out the hose. (I was safely inside while all this was going on.) He starts spraying it with the hose and finally this bat falls down and it’s ALREADY DEAD.
YOU GUYS. It was hanging up there DEAD!! Ugh. I’m creeped out just thinking about it. And now you can all go to bed thinking about creepy dead bats. You’re welcome.