One More Down

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Throwback Thursday to a different bat; same creepiness factor, though

Tiny rustling sound

Why does this keep happening?

Bats belong outdoors!

Dallas here.

I promised you I’d update Mama’s efforts to rid the house of bats, right?

Hmph, she hasn’t been very successful.

The other night (actually early morning) I was deep into my snoozle when I noticed Mama wasn’t in her bed. The door was closed, and I assumed (wrongly) that she’d sneaked downstairs for an early doughnut.

Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood my mama, butterfly net in hand and a murderous glint in her eye.

She made a few swipes through the air and practically did her Happy Dance.

Then she raced downstairs with net in hand, calling me to Come.

Of course I did. What doggo is dumb enough to miss out on the fun when there’s something to be chased?

Or a treat to be received?

Mama went outside, with me close on her heels. I used the time to do my early morning business, but she was whacking that net on the grass.

Something inside the net was clicking. I thought it might be a bomb, but no. It was just another bat!

When we got back in, Mama asked me how come I hadn’t seen the thing swooping around and set off my alarm bark.

Gosh, Mama, do I have to do everything??

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.  ~Andre Gide, French author, Nobel Prize winner in Literature