Ok. We live in bat country. At twilight, sitting on our front porch, we enjoy watching the bats come out and feed on insects, their flying and hunting prowess a marvel to watch.
On one of our weekend stays early last Fall, B built a bat house and put it up under the eaves, hoping to encourage the bats to move into their own home, instead of into ours. Because, yes, last year, we had a bat in the house. It was right after B had been working on the roof and on the chimney, so we thought that’s where the little brown bat had gained entrance to our home.
But, last night, one year later, we had another visitor! Oh my goodness, to be awakened at 1:30 in the morning by the sound of wings in the room. YIKES! Not a pleasant experience! But my own Batman, my own resident hero, calmly herded it into a corner and managed to trap it in a bag without getting too near it, and we took it outside and let it go. No, I did not sleep well the rest of the night, although my hero managed to get back to sleep without problem.
So, today we are doing research on all things bat related, especially on “bat exclusion.” We are preparing to have our attic and chimney inspected and evict that other family, if indeed they live here.
Oh my…the adventures of owning a home that is over 100 years old! We are learning a lot, quickly!