Another Bat Bites the Dust
Warning: If you are a lover of bats, the following post contains disturbing material.
An erratic flight pattern by something crosses the TV screen in the dark room. We know what it is. We have had this experience many times before.
I turn on the lights in the room and we try to spot where the creature has landed.
My wife, Sugar, is my spotter. She tells me to look at the third log from the top, right of the smoke detector. I grab my trusty Red Ryder BB gun and take aim. POW!
The winged creature drops to the floor. The wings close around the body of the deceased. It is a goner. Another one bites the dust.
Not everyone shoots BB guns inside one’s home. But I ain’t everyone. I am a special marksman living in a log home with high ceilings.
We like bats flying around outside, presumably eating bugs. But inside? That’s where I draw the line.