bats. the sequel.

so bill and i went away for a couple days and mom puppysat. on our way home, i get a call from mom - there's a lot of snow, drive safe, the puppy is in, your mail is on the table, and oh, by the way, you have a bat in the house, love you, bye.

hrm.

a bat.

again.

meanwhile, bill's practically bouncing out of the car because he has been waiting since the last bat incident to prove he's useful and can remove bats for me.

i'm worrying about bullet holes in my walls.

we get home and i drop bill off so i can run to the liquor store to grab cherry vodka (to make beertinis for a beer tasting later that evening ... btw, our strange brew of chocolate beer and cherry vodka did win best tasting drink of the night). i get home and there's no bat.

the stories i've heard so far:

1. bill put on beethoven's 5th, opened the door and the bat flew out saying 'thank you!'

2. bill gently shoo'd the bat out of the house

3. bill took a pellet gun and shot the bat. the bat hissed and died, but remained perched out of reach near the ceiling and required two more shots to make it fall.

i'm going to stick with number 1.

-s