I had a bat in the house last night. I heard you're supposed to open windows and close doors to get it to fly out. Unfortunately, my windows are those long Victorian ones, and with my high ceilings, I think it's harder for them to find their way out. I say "them" because I had another bat last December during the first cold snap. I was hoping that was a freak occurrence, but apparently not. I've been reading on-line and called a few people, so tonight I'll do a bat inspection. Both times the bats were in the kitchen. I've looked in the attic above it and didn't see anything indicating bats. I'm going to look all around the house for stains that would indicate bat entry. I really hope it's not going to be a big, expensive problem to take care of because who wants to spend money on that? I'd much rather spend it on my kitchen or bathroom improvements.
I must say I'm a little disappointed in my cats. Not one of the three even noticed there was a bat flying around. I'm especially surprised about Rudy, the stray tomcat I adopted last fall. He's a good hunter. A couple of weeks ago I noticed some black-looking things on my neighbor's sidewalk and suspected it was a present left by one of their cats. I went over to see (I'm not sure why) and found it was two dead bats. Very disgusting creatures. I know they're beneficial and I don't want to kill them. I just don't want to live with them.
Monday, September 11, 2006
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