West Bend, Wi – I’m not ready to call 9-1-1… yet. I’ve barricaded myself in my bedroom because I have my own Shalom Wildlife going on. Only my mammal is flying around the hallway and has fangs.
My heart has finally slowed a bit. In a panic I tucked a couple shirts under the door. The biking shorts cover the keyhole. The tennis racket, pretty much just makes me feel better…
Bat catching pro Chucker Dreher said I need a butterfly net…
Since I’ve said this much… here’s how the conversation is going.
It’s been 15 minutes now and I’m as undecisive as I was 15 minutes ago.
Any suggestions welcome.
If I don’t show up for fitness class tomorrow… my team will know why.
UPDATE: Well that went horrible. Put on a sweatshirt, socks and sweatpants just to have a thicker protection. Picked up the tennis racket and took a deep breath. Exited the bedroom flailing the racket and right away my flashlight picks up the movement coming up the stairs.
Good grief, it’s worse than a guard dog.
Then I decided to fall down.
Then my flashlight went out.
I’m still twirling the racket around though like a drunk ninja.
Scrambled to the window and pushed that open.
The bat is still circling and it seems larger than before.
Make it to the bathroom.
Breathing very heavy… and I’ll admit I’m shaking.
A quick dash back to the bedroom and Chucker better be right about the open window. Man this is tricky.
I’ll let you know what the score is tomorrow…. if there’s one or two or… kinda like watching for the baby tigers at Shalom Wildlife.
Betcha $100 I have bat dreams tonight.
A fishing net works too!