A Batty Experience!

The other night I was sitting up in bed reading when a bat flew in through the window. In my opinion bats are one of God’s creatures we could definitely do without, they look like mice with wings; I am phobic about mice! The bat reminded me of an experience I had as an infant, one got into my nursery and terrified me by swooping in and out of the bars of my cot.

The radar of our nocturnal visitor must have been on the blink, as it could not find its way out again. Whilst I had my head tucked well under the duvet, my husband, David, tried to encourage it to fly through the window. The bat, with seeming malevolent delight, made low-level sorties over my recumbent figure. In the end, David got fed up and said he was quite happy to sleep with this winged creature in the room and couldn’t understand why I was making such a fuss about one little bat. It didn’t seem that small to me, more like a large bat out of hell, it was taking on horror film proportions in my mind! I hastily exited the bedroom and shut the door firmly on husband and bat, preferring to sleep in the other room!

By the morning the bat had found its way out, and David said he had slept well! I noticed that my beloved had a red mark on his shoulder, and I suggested, that the bat might have bitten him during the night! I reminded David, rather unkindly, that there was a rabies scare involving infected bats in the UK, a year or so ago! David assured me that the mark was the work of a hungry gnat, not the bat!