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DarthNeil
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So, I'm sitting here in our computer room (lower floor) in the dark discussing the local newsletter reveals-- dividing my time between here and the TV room where the NBA game is on (go Cavs)... Suddenly, what I think is a really big moth flies over my ampled curly hair (enough to get a fleet of the rats with wings caught in it)... I turn on the light to unleash hell itself upon my mothy adversary, when low I behold a B--A--T.
Now, I could use this as a point of reference to start a life of superheroism... But rather I run out of the room making sure to close the door behind me-- a glass door that allows me all of the joy over the next ten minutes of watching my jailed (and possibly vampire fanged) attacker fly to fits. I adorn my armour (covering all biteable areas--) and grab my trusty weapon du jour (a big honking skillet with cover).
By the time I get ready for an Arthurian... well maybe a Tolkien... OK, maybe a Harry Potter dust-up the critter has given up escape and crawled under my soon to be three-year old's toy grocery cart. Pulling strength from the depths of my pancreas I enter-- tip the cart over and CRUSH HIM--- well, no-- I placed the top of the skillet over him (much to his consternation and dismay I can assume from the lovely scrathing sounds that he made once I slipped a large slice of cardboard under him for his journey-- Jurrassic Park style through the house to the easiest door to open with one hand).
Bats was released into the wild. I am left with two questions-- The second somewhat more important than the first.
Where did he come from? (ie where in my house is the "danger zone" and thus possible other encounters)
AND
Do I tell my wife (who is fast asleep upstairs along with the two little ones)?... As she's deathly afraid of bats and this'll make her A) want to wash and scrub everything and quite probably B) sell the house and move.
Thanks for reading. My heart's stopped racing now-- I'm going to check to see if halftime is over... Oh, and the lights are on.
Exciting newsletter tonight.
:blackbat :blackbat :blackbat
So, I'm sitting here in our computer room (lower floor) in the dark discussing the local newsletter reveals-- dividing my time between here and the TV room where the NBA game is on (go Cavs)... Suddenly, what I think is a really big moth flies over my ampled curly hair (enough to get a fleet of the rats with wings caught in it)... I turn on the light to unleash hell itself upon my mothy adversary, when low I behold a B--A--T.
Now, I could use this as a point of reference to start a life of superheroism... But rather I run out of the room making sure to close the door behind me-- a glass door that allows me all of the joy over the next ten minutes of watching my jailed (and possibly vampire fanged) attacker fly to fits. I adorn my armour (covering all biteable areas--) and grab my trusty weapon du jour (a big honking skillet with cover).
By the time I get ready for an Arthurian... well maybe a Tolkien... OK, maybe a Harry Potter dust-up the critter has given up escape and crawled under my soon to be three-year old's toy grocery cart. Pulling strength from the depths of my pancreas I enter-- tip the cart over and CRUSH HIM--- well, no-- I placed the top of the skillet over him (much to his consternation and dismay I can assume from the lovely scrathing sounds that he made once I slipped a large slice of cardboard under him for his journey-- Jurrassic Park style through the house to the easiest door to open with one hand).
Bats was released into the wild. I am left with two questions-- The second somewhat more important than the first.
Where did he come from? (ie where in my house is the "danger zone" and thus possible other encounters)
AND
Do I tell my wife (who is fast asleep upstairs along with the two little ones)?... As she's deathly afraid of bats and this'll make her A) want to wash and scrub everything and quite probably B) sell the house and move.
Thanks for reading. My heart's stopped racing now-- I'm going to check to see if halftime is over... Oh, and the lights are on.
Exciting newsletter tonight.
:blackbat :blackbat :blackbat
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