Last night at midnight my neighbour knocked at my back door.
Midnight!!! Most people would think there might be an emergency but not us. We contemplated going to the door with a spray bottle to attempt to correct this improper behaviour because she is always at our back door for something or another and midnight is just the most ridiculous time to do it yet.
The heat meant I was already set to sleep in naked glory so Pedro got the honors. I was not privy to the conversation but apparently it was about a bat in our back yard. She was freaking out about a bat in our shared back yard.
This was why she was waking us up.
I for one was thrilled. Those bad boys can eat up to 600 mosquitoes an hour. Bring it on!!!
Turns out, the brown bat was sitting on our back step railing when her wunderkind boyfriend went to let their dog out. He saw an animal that weighs aprox 8.5 grams and has a wing span of 8 inches (ladies, you know what I’m talking about), and freaked the eff out. He ran down stairs to their unit AND LEFT THE BACK DOOR OPEN.
Now this bat is in the common laundry room, and guess who has left for the day (I’ll give you a hint, I’m in my bedroom, angry blogging) and who is left to try and get rid of the bat (I’ll give you a hint, I’m in my bedroom, angry blogging).
I really don’t mind bats. They are wonderful, useful little critters and once I get rid of the one in my basement let in by my moron neighbour, I’ll probably get a bat house for the backyard. I just don’t like them in my basement, let in by moron neighbours.
I just hope this little guy doesn’t bite me because I’m broke as shit and my BatBelt will look like something from a swap meet.