Bats At The Beach!!

This post has nothing to do with interior design but does have to do with being friends for over 40 years and the adventures that can happen!  Lest you think the title has to do with two old bats who are friends, NO!!  I am talking about the Real McCoy.  OK, maybe we are two old bats but that is not what this story is about!  

Our adventure started as we headed to the beach on a Thursday evening for a much anticipated girls "Spa Weekend" at my beach cabin in Rockaway.  We left with several bottles of wine, a dinner ready for the first night and some movies in tow.  I had scheduled us for facials and massages in Manzanita on Friday afternoon, and then we planned more wine and dinner.  As you can see, this story involves lots of wine!  Everything was going just as planned, and Friday evening after watching a too long romantic comedy, Just Go With It starring Jennifer Aniston and Adam Sandler, we headed off to bed.  

I was dead to the world when we both awoke to a crashing sound.  It sounded like something had fallen off the wall.  Trying to ignore it, we both tried to go back to sleep, but of course, at that point we started hearing all manner of strange noises.  Little scrapings and scratchings. 

In the past we have had our run-ins with mice at the cabin, but since getting a varmint control that emits an ear piercing continuous beep we have not experienced any problems for several years!!  But now as we laid in bed, we heard strange scraping sounds.  OK, that was it, I got out of bed, turned on the lights and went to take a look.  Donna stayed in bed while I checked it out.  I turned on all the lights and saw that a picture had fallen in the bathroom.  Hmmm, quite mysterious, as it was leaned up against the wall on a 12" shelf, unlikely that it would just spontaneously fall off a 12" ledge, is it???  I decided to arm myself with a broom as protection against God knows what.  Then in a stroke of genius, I told Donna that I am going to turn on the varmint control.  I opened the closet door, turned on the control, and at that moment a BAT, yes a BAT started flying around in circles in our room!!!  Donna, immediately covered her head with the blankets while I let out several yelps and jumped up and down.  At that point I turned out the lights.  When I turned them back on, no sign of the bat.  I have read Stellaluna, (if you haven't, you should), so I tried to think of this from the bat's point of view, but it wasn't working too well.  At this point I decided to make use of the broom by wacking all the drapes, the dust skirt etc.  Nothing.  Where was he??  Donna got up and got dressed.  Now I decided to check the back side of the drapes, and there he was!!, hanging on the inside of the drapes!!  How do we get it out?  I picked up a wicker garbage can instructing Donna that I could sweep it into the can.  She pointed out that a lid might be helpful to keep it in the can, so she went off to the kitchen to get a lid.  Alright, we were just about ready to execute the plan when I had another brainstorm--what if I OPENED THE WINDOW?  Donna solemnly held the broom handle against the drape to trap the bat in the fabric while I, summoning great courage, opened the window.  We closed the drape and then I gave it a good wack with the broom and voila--the bat was gone into the night!!  This episode started at 2 a.m. and when it was all said and done, it was 4 a.m.!!!  We were certain we wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, but guess what, Donna was up at 8:00 making coffee. We had both fallen asleep.  We had a good laugh over coffee and cinnamon rolls as we discussed our escapade that we can add to our repertoire of over 40 years of giving our husbands and children fodder for amusement.  

Thanks Donna, for our years of friendship and adventures--you're one in a million.