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January 12, 2009

Its a bat!

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Sometimes, something happens that is so random and intense, you figure you have to tell the world no matter what time it is.  And how horribly ironic. I was getting tired pretty early tonight and just finished up playing a little Rock Band.  Then I heard this noise in the kitchen…not like the regular cat vs. cat battle noises that I’m used to.  Nope, this was some sort of screeching clicking sound.  So I was on the phone with my girlfriend and I went over and halfway between the kitchen and the hallway Frankie and Batman (how ironic now is that name?!)  were slowly chasing what looked like a floppy, sideways squirming snake.  After I got a closer look, I was pretty freaked out to see it was a bat.  So as I am cursing up a blue streak (for me anyways…which  must have terrified my girlfriend) I abruptly hung up on her.  For some odd reason in my life, this now makes bat story #3.  F & B cornered the bat in my bedroom when I realized I had no idea what to do.  I caught it with a mixing bowl but realized that was useless.  So as the cats were curiously batting (ha!) away at the thing, I googled “How to catch a bat in your house.”  The first thing I read was don’t touch it or let your pets near it.  At that point I figured oh well, they might have been playing with the thing in the kitchen for a half an hour by now.  I had to get leather gloves and a towel to catch it…but first I had to get F & B away.  I guess they had a sense of entitlement because they were the ones who caught it, because they were acting pretty weird.  They would not leave the room, I was yelling at them, hissing at them, pretending to chase them…nothing.  Had to pick them up at the same time and run back in.  So now as I am trying to catch this bat, all I hear is Frankie’s long meowww and Batman’s short, quick mew, mew, mew.  Well, I wrapped the bat up in the towel, with the gloves on, and ran downstairs at 11:15 at night with a balled-up bat towel and ran outside and threw the towel into the middle of the road.  Although the story would be best finished there (sounds so cruel) I waited to see what it would do.  It climbed out, hopped away…and then went right back into the towel.  I was ready for everything to be over with, and although it wasn’t my proudest or bravest moment in life, I threw a few snowballs near the bat to scare it away.  Why go back in the towel anyways?  I brought the towel back inside.  Why, my girlfriend asked.  So just in case someone saw, they wouldn’t think the priest went crazy and started throwing towels out the door in his pajamas, waited a minute, and then throw snowballs at it.  Needless to say, after seeing that thing’s little razor teeth, I’m probably going to turn into Bruce Wayne in Batman Begins. 



  1. Very interesting read Father Jason. I remember a squirrel got in our house when I was younger and that was terrifying, so I feel your pain. But blog more, I love reading your entries!

    Comment by Jack Wall — January 16, 2009 @ 10:21 am

  2. The only thing that would have made that story more exciting was if you were wearing your “Batman” pajamas when you ran out into Locust St. Ha!

    Comment by Kathy McIlwee — January 17, 2009 @ 11:04 am

  3. so…if you are batman who is your joker???

    Comment by adam egan — January 17, 2009 @ 4:37 pm

  4. hah this made my night. but im proud of you for sucking it up and getting rid of that scary bat. i miss you, write more! i like reading them.

    Comment by amanda yetton — January 18, 2009 @ 11:31 pm

  5. Thank God for Frankie and Batman! Just think, that bat would have made it’s way under your covers instead of your towels!!!

    Comment by Lisa McConlogue — January 24, 2009 @ 9:02 pm

  6. I don’t like bats

    Comment by Drew Soltysiak — January 25, 2009 @ 12:04 am

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