Look Mommie a Birdie

here's a funny story for you...about 1:00 this morning trista screamesd and woke up out of a dead sleep. "There's a moth in the boy's room! A really BIG moth!" I said, "ok, ok...I'm up".

She had already taken Tyler out to go to the bathroom, but Bradley was still sleeping in his crib. I peeked in the door and said to myself, "Self, that is NO moth...". It was a bat! Trista couldn't tell the difference because up to that point it had not made any sound. And what did I do, you ask? I did what any self-respecting man would do...I grabbed my handy dandy phone book, stood in the doorway with the door mostly shut and tried swatting it out of the air (without swatting it into Bradley's crib of course!)

Here's the conversation that followed, with Trista still thinking it's a moth and not a bat:

Trista: Get in there!

Dave: No.

Trista: Why not? You have to get it.

Dave: I'm getting it... *as I clip the bat with the phone* *bat squeaks*

Trista: What was that?

Dave: Trista, it's a bat, ok...not a moth.

Trista: *muffled scream* Get in there!

Dave: No!

Trista: Are you afraid?

Dave: Yeah, kinda!

I clipped it again in mid-air and it flew over to the curtains and hung there looking at my neck like the blood-sucking rodent he was. I went into the room with a towel and my trusty phone book. He attaked! Alright, so it probably wasn't attacking, but it was the middle of the night, my wife was screaming, and I was a little out of it from just waking up...

I was finally able to knick it a couple times with the phone that it fell to the floor and stopped flying...tried to crawl to who knows where. I dropped the phone book on it a couple times but it kept squeaking. At this point, Bradley looked up at me with a look that said, "Daddy, WHAT are you doing? I'm trying to sleep."

Well, the bat was finally disposed of and the boys were put back to bed, but I couldn't fall back asleep. It took me almost an hour to "wind down".

Just another day in the life...

Blessings,
Dave