Bats are indigenous to many places, but rarely are they found inside of your house. On a day like any other, my best friend Rachel and I begin to hear a strange noise coming from a hall closet that leads to the attic. There is an awful screa€ching that is strangely (reminds me of) the time a bird was nesting in my tire as I left the drive way once. This noise startled and frightened us at the same time. Our natural curiousity as human beings drove us to investigate this noise regardless of our fright. After finding the courage to open the door, what was found was even more frightening than the noise. Tucked beneath a plethora of blankets and boxes of who-knows-what, was a small black creature that looked very similar to a pocketsized demon. Never having seen a bat closeup, we were unsure of what the creature actually was and how it became locked in a closet.
After the initial shock, we discussed all of the negative things that could come from the situation including but not limited to: receiving rabies from a bat stuck in a closet. Then after assessing the situation and realizing that there was not a routine strategy to follow under these circumstances, we did what any girls are age would do: we called all of the males we knew. Our salvation arrived in the form of my mother with the best timing imaginable.
Upon entering the house to a hullabaloo involving panicking girls holding a broomstick in the hall Mom rightfully went through the same phases of shock as we did, but with much more grace and less useless screaming. As Rachel and I nervously hid behind corners, Mom rightfully took control of the broom and along with it the entire situation. She stumbled upon the idea of getting him out of the house and if all she had was a broom, then she would sweep him up as if a pile of dirt.
Regardless of how helpful Rachel and I were to the situation, we decided we should just stay out of the way just in case we were to get hit with a broom or bit by a rabid bat. The latter was enough to make us run around the house sharing a thin blanket to shield our bodies from the fangs that we decided definitely carried disease.
A few discoveries were made post-dibacle. It had never occured to us that the animal was simply as afraid of us as we were of it. A fear of the unknown on both sides. Also, in situations of distress we instantly resort back to five year olds that need mommy.
I’m organizing an event on my college campus to raise awareness about recycling. The purpose of this event is to gain pledges from students so that we can get recycling bins on campus, since we have none as of now.
I’ve been incessantly google-ing price for reusable bags (to give out as goodies at the event) while listening to my Joan Baez Pandora station.
Everyday I feel more and more like I don’t belong in this decade.
But my love for folk music is only increasing.
When I Grow Up (Fever Ray Cover) // First Aid Kit
Oh man. First Aid Kit covering Joan Baez. I’m such a fan.