Meet Watson and Ginny - 5 weeks old
It appears that Watson, too, has blue eyes. They match his chewy bone
Ginny's first steps at her new home
8.28.2008
My favorite tiny things
Niall at 6 months. I love his bright blue eyes and his already receding hairline (he inherited from Brian) He is doing extremely well and down to only 1 breathing treatment a day.
It appears that Watson, too, has blue eyes. They match his chewy bone
It appears that Watson, too, has blue eyes. They match his chewy bone
8.19.2008
The bat came back...
Saturday night I retreated from the attic, ready for bed, to find Ben standing in the stairwell moving his head as if watching a tennis match.
"What are you doing" - I ask?
"There's a ba - WATCH OUT! - bat in Erik's room." Ben replies.
"Ewww, really? I wanna see!" - I exclaim, excitedly! But then I realize, I'm only excited to see a bat up close, but not necessarily living in our house.
I knock on Rich's door to inform him of our new house guest. He proceeds out, in his undies, to take a gander. Rich and I stand in the hallway watching the bat fly around Erik's room, ducking every so often as the bat changes course towards our faces. Ben is in the bathroom removing the window for easy escaping.
Finally, Rich leads the bat into the bathroom and we shut the door. In the morning, no more bat.
Last night, I was startled awake to a scratching. I think to myself, "Ohh the mice are back... " and drift back to off to sleep.
A few moments later I wake up again to feel a breeze not coming from the window fan and hear a "ting" of wing against metal (the lamp above my head).
ACK!!!! The bat came back! And it's in MY room!!!
Frozen in my bed, I pull the blankets up over my head. After my heart settles down, I turn on the light so that I may pin point the location of the creeper.
Stupid.
Bats fly - it's EVERYWHERE! It does a couple laps around the room, then lands on my window treatment. I get a good look at the bugger and shimmy down even more into bed. He takes off again and I position myself under the blankets, but still able to see him in the mirror, flying around my bedroom.
Think. Think. I don't want to get out of bed. Think. What if he has rabies? Think. What if he poops on me? Think. Think.
I feel comforted by seeing him fly around through the mirror. It's when he lands out of sight that I get more freaked out. After a few more laps I decide to make a move the next time he lands.
Finally, the sound of flapping wings stops. I slowly gather my comforter up off my bed, still keeping it above my head. I tip toe out of bed - keeping my arms up and protecting - whole body completely draped in my comforter. I find the location of the bat - on my quilt hanging. I move to the door, open it and back away.
The bat takes flight, making several more laps before landing again. Damn! Get out get out get out!!! This time he's on my dresser, scurrying about blindly. Stupid animal. I hope you get a good meal with all those daddy longlegs up there.
Another flight and out he goes. Woo! I shut the door, shake my nerves and hop into bed. I'll let Rich and Erik handle the bat now.
I take one last look around the room and turned out the light.
So... we have bat problems. Anyone wanna stop by around sunset time and keep a watch for bats flying about?
"What are you doing" - I ask?
"There's a ba - WATCH OUT! - bat in Erik's room." Ben replies.
"Ewww, really? I wanna see!" - I exclaim, excitedly! But then I realize, I'm only excited to see a bat up close, but not necessarily living in our house.
I knock on Rich's door to inform him of our new house guest. He proceeds out, in his undies, to take a gander. Rich and I stand in the hallway watching the bat fly around Erik's room, ducking every so often as the bat changes course towards our faces. Ben is in the bathroom removing the window for easy escaping.
Finally, Rich leads the bat into the bathroom and we shut the door. In the morning, no more bat.
Last night, I was startled awake to a scratching. I think to myself, "Ohh the mice are back... " and drift back to off to sleep.
A few moments later I wake up again to feel a breeze not coming from the window fan and hear a "ting" of wing against metal (the lamp above my head).
ACK!!!! The bat came back! And it's in MY room!!!
Frozen in my bed, I pull the blankets up over my head. After my heart settles down, I turn on the light so that I may pin point the location of the creeper.
Stupid.
Bats fly - it's EVERYWHERE! It does a couple laps around the room, then lands on my window treatment. I get a good look at the bugger and shimmy down even more into bed. He takes off again and I position myself under the blankets, but still able to see him in the mirror, flying around my bedroom.
Think. Think. I don't want to get out of bed. Think. What if he has rabies? Think. What if he poops on me? Think. Think.
I feel comforted by seeing him fly around through the mirror. It's when he lands out of sight that I get more freaked out. After a few more laps I decide to make a move the next time he lands.
Finally, the sound of flapping wings stops. I slowly gather my comforter up off my bed, still keeping it above my head. I tip toe out of bed - keeping my arms up and protecting - whole body completely draped in my comforter. I find the location of the bat - on my quilt hanging. I move to the door, open it and back away.
The bat takes flight, making several more laps before landing again. Damn! Get out get out get out!!! This time he's on my dresser, scurrying about blindly. Stupid animal. I hope you get a good meal with all those daddy longlegs up there.
Another flight and out he goes. Woo! I shut the door, shake my nerves and hop into bed. I'll let Rich and Erik handle the bat now.
I take one last look around the room and turned out the light.
So... we have bat problems. Anyone wanna stop by around sunset time and keep a watch for bats flying about?
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