HELP NOW!! HUGE BAT IN THE BEDROOM!!! AAUUUGGGHH!!!! REDUX!! REDUX!! (PICS) archived
Ok I need to go to work soon and I am dieing to know what happened. Damn. Know I will not be able to find out until after school. Someone please email me with the results.
Posted By: bookbabe66Ok I need to go to work soon and I am dieing to know what happened. Damn. Know I will not be able to find out until after school. Someone please email me with the results.:rolling:
Actually, you would be "dying" to know, and that would be "now" not know! :wink:
I promise to e-mail you if I hear anything before I leave for the afternoon.
I promise to e-mail you if I hear anything before I leave for the afternoon.
Jun 5, 2008 at 7:05am Edited
Posted By: meandtheboysAwwwwww, come ON. The suspense is killing me! What happened. Inquiring minds want to know.
Did ctrzaska ever get his glasses or his pants?
Did ctrzaska wife make it to Pittsburgh?
Did ctrzaska daughter ever wake up?
Did ctrzaska son go back to bed?
Did everyone in the ctrzaska household survive their close encounter with the big, bad bat?
Did the bat survive it's encounter with a blind and pants-less ctrzaska?
Did the authorities intervene?
Did the cavalry arrive in time?
Who was MOST scared: the bat, ctrzaska, or ctrzaska wife?
At 3am ctrzbat left ctrzhouse, a little weighted down for flight as he had apparently taken my dignity with him, though this additional burden was partially offset by the copious amounts of batpoop he deposited throughout the house.
I shall return shortly.
Posted By: ctrzaskacopious amounts of batpoop
YUCK!!! Make that DOUBLE YUCK!:fierce:
Well, jeez, mammabear, if you found yourself in a strange place in the middle of the night with all kinds of crazy people running around screaming and yelling in all manner of states of dress or undress, you might poop too! :wink:
Glad it all worked out ctrzaska!
Glad it all worked out ctrzaska!
Man, this thread was funny as H*ll, sorry CTR, but your descriptions were friggin' hilarious. See that, every house should have a paintball gun. The paint is extremely easy to clean up.
how do u clean up bat poop and did u ever find your pants and glasses?
Posted By: ctrzaskaAt 3am ctrzbat left ctrzhouse, a little weighted down for flight as he had apparently taken my dignity with him....
Imagine if you actually had been wearing pants.......Party Pants, that is! :wink:
Glad you rid your roost of the rodent.
After getting an email from meand I took a peak at this thread via my iPhone because I was fighting with my computer at work
Posted By: meandtheboysWell, jeez, mammabear, if you found yourself in a strange place in the middle of the night with all kinds of crazy people running around screaming and yelling in all manner of states of dress or undress, you might poop too!
That is true MATB! :wink:
This is, indeed, one of the funniest threads in a long time!
ess beat me to the Party Pants (TM) comment!
we just discussed getting one, since I am like honey-to-a-bee to mosquitos. Not sure which I hate more - mosquitos or bats!
ess beat me to the Party Pants (TM) comment!
Posted By: cppkqpDoes anyone have a bat box? I have often considered buying one, as bats love to eat mosquitos!
we just discussed getting one, since I am like honey-to-a-bee to mosquitos. Not sure which I hate more - mosquitos or bats!
consonant guy,
I am sorry this had to happen to you but this thread is hilarious.
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I am sorry this had to happen to you but this thread is hilarious.
ml
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I have a strange sleep cycle. Was up pretty late last night. I kept waiting for the post the bat was caught. Finally gave up.
I have a strange sleep cycle. Was up pretty late last night. I kept waiting for the post the bat was caught. Finally gave up.
Holy cow. I came to this party really late, but it was so worth it! Between this and the War Epic thread, I'm nearly peeing my pants. But at least I HAVE pants, unlike Consonant Guy. I'm glad the bat was successfully separated from the household. Do try to figure out where it got in so you can create some kind of plug against future incursions. And thanks for the laughs!
I'm tempted to get a bat house, too. And if you think there aren't bats in your neighborhood already, think again. They are all over the place in our towns. I have one neighbor that has been graced with a bat in the house twice already. And I would love to get them to work on the mosquito population in my yard. Come to think of it, would they eat aphids? That would be a public service!
I'm tempted to get a bat house, too. And if you think there aren't bats in your neighborhood already, think again. They are all over the place in our towns. I have one neighbor that has been graced with a bat in the house twice already. And I would love to get them to work on the mosquito population in my yard. Come to think of it, would they eat aphids? That would be a public service!
Jun 5, 2008 at 11:09am Edited
... and now, the REST of the story.
So about 1:45am-ish, after successfully trapping him in the bedroom and hermetically sealing every crack and crevice with 3 feet of towels under the door, I unsuccessfully negotiated with ctrzwife a quick trip to quikchek for some coffee. Granted I couldn't SEE, so would have had to wear prescription sunglasses to get the cuppa, but I figured that was less of a risk at this point. And I needed coffee. 'Just try it.' was the muffled subterranean reply from the ctrzwife shelter.
At about 2am I unwrapped the bedroom door and wandered in, clutching a Wilson Triad shod with new VS Gut (so much for that) and a bottle of Paul Mitchell detangler. No noise... no movement... no bat. This is good. Windows ARE closed, though. This is now NOT good. After two steps, ctrzbat basejumps off the door frame behind me, again, and begins his rather impressive impersonation of a centrifuge, at about eye-level. It is at this time that I realize ctrzbat obviously works for NASA, and that every MacGuyver episode I've ever watched was total crap.
It is also at about this time that I realized ctrzbat: a) is a lot smarter than me, b) can take some hot laps around my bedroom at approximately the speed of sound while at the same time not make any, c) in doing so revealed the contrast of me not making it to bed in the dark on any given night without some crashing noise and a bruise to a lower extremity, d) has a wingspan of over a foot and thus, e) will likely kill me before the night is over.
I immediately retreated and resolved to let the cat handle it. The cat, of course, was now asleep in the living room with a paw over his head. This was NOT good.
Still unable to see, I began my trek back into the bedroom for my glasses. And my pants. For future reference, please be advised that one can get a nasty case of floorburn from scurrying at lightning speed across hardwood floors on ones hands and knees. However, having reached my nightstand unscathed, I managed to grab my glasses as Stoker's nightmare swirled overhead. My pants were another story, of course, as I can say from experience it is insanely difficult to put ones pants on while on ones knees, as a bloodsucking web-winged cavebeast swirls ominously overhead. Of course, now properly four-eyed, the size of this thing is readily apparent, thus making the glasses not so much of a good idea. Bats are far more appealing when: a) outside, b) 50 feet above you and, c) blurrry. I did manage to lift the screens of both windows before beating a hasty retreat.
ctrzson was still awake downstairs, wondering if he'll ever get to bed ever again, and ctrzwife remained curled up with him in stunned disbelief at the thunderous racket upstairs. ctrzdaughter did survive this ordeal blissfully unaware throughout of the imminent danger right outside her door, thankfully.
Now, having read about rabies and teeth and bites and death and BATS! The Silent Killers RIGHT Outside Your Door, and consequently the need to keep this damn thing alive so it can be sent for evaluation by the CDC, I found myself foraging in the garage for a box, and preparing for another assault upon my occupied bedroom this time to SHUT the damn windows and attempt to catch the thing before he escapes. I crept into the room to find this brown mass now hanging from the shadow molding above the TV, planning to cover him with the box, then sliding the flattened lid under it to capture him within. Good plan. But... can't reach ctrzbat, though... too high. With a stepstool now in hand, I slooowly placed it at the base of the wall and slooowly crept up to meet ctrzbat at eye level. As I raised the box, thinking Van Helsing had NOTHING on me, ctrzbat apparently decided this was a good time to get a better look at my ear, and swooped off his perch to begin separating ions within the bedroom's atmosphere again. I do recall my reaction was not a calm one. It quickly became my belief that several elements within the periodic table were broken down into their respective atomic components as a result of his circling, and now my bedroom is unquestionably radioactive. I fully expect an EPA visit in a day or so.
After several ten minute intervals whereby I'd chase him until my sanity nearly broke or I felt I heard him snickering under his breath, all the while carrying with me several Paul Mitchell hair products, tennis rackets, shoeboxes, Molton Brown body sprays (this bat probably got ALL the girls last evening), swiffers, and bath towels... he finally left through the front window. I think. ctrzson had earlier gone back to bed in his room, and when I returned to the bedroom this last time, well after 3am, I confess I fully expected to see ctrzbat reclining on the now utterly tangled bed next to my contented, smiling wife smoking a cigarette. Alas, he was gone, but not before leaving several little black pellets sprinkled below his various perches about the bedroom. ctrzwife slept with my son and I took the big chair/ottoman in the living room. ctrzcat has not yet woken up, I believe.
So about 1:45am-ish, after successfully trapping him in the bedroom and hermetically sealing every crack and crevice with 3 feet of towels under the door, I unsuccessfully negotiated with ctrzwife a quick trip to quikchek for some coffee. Granted I couldn't SEE, so would have had to wear prescription sunglasses to get the cuppa, but I figured that was less of a risk at this point. And I needed coffee. 'Just try it.' was the muffled subterranean reply from the ctrzwife shelter.
At about 2am I unwrapped the bedroom door and wandered in, clutching a Wilson Triad shod with new VS Gut (so much for that) and a bottle of Paul Mitchell detangler. No noise... no movement... no bat. This is good. Windows ARE closed, though. This is now NOT good. After two steps, ctrzbat basejumps off the door frame behind me, again, and begins his rather impressive impersonation of a centrifuge, at about eye-level. It is at this time that I realize ctrzbat obviously works for NASA, and that every MacGuyver episode I've ever watched was total crap.
It is also at about this time that I realized ctrzbat: a) is a lot smarter than me, b) can take some hot laps around my bedroom at approximately the speed of sound while at the same time not make any, c) in doing so revealed the contrast of me not making it to bed in the dark on any given night without some crashing noise and a bruise to a lower extremity, d) has a wingspan of over a foot and thus, e) will likely kill me before the night is over.
I immediately retreated and resolved to let the cat handle it. The cat, of course, was now asleep in the living room with a paw over his head. This was NOT good.
Still unable to see, I began my trek back into the bedroom for my glasses. And my pants. For future reference, please be advised that one can get a nasty case of floorburn from scurrying at lightning speed across hardwood floors on ones hands and knees. However, having reached my nightstand unscathed, I managed to grab my glasses as Stoker's nightmare swirled overhead. My pants were another story, of course, as I can say from experience it is insanely difficult to put ones pants on while on ones knees, as a bloodsucking web-winged cavebeast swirls ominously overhead. Of course, now properly four-eyed, the size of this thing is readily apparent, thus making the glasses not so much of a good idea. Bats are far more appealing when: a) outside, b) 50 feet above you and, c) blurrry. I did manage to lift the screens of both windows before beating a hasty retreat.
ctrzson was still awake downstairs, wondering if he'll ever get to bed ever again, and ctrzwife remained curled up with him in stunned disbelief at the thunderous racket upstairs. ctrzdaughter did survive this ordeal blissfully unaware throughout of the imminent danger right outside her door, thankfully.
Now, having read about rabies and teeth and bites and death and BATS! The Silent Killers RIGHT Outside Your Door, and consequently the need to keep this damn thing alive so it can be sent for evaluation by the CDC, I found myself foraging in the garage for a box, and preparing for another assault upon my occupied bedroom this time to SHUT the damn windows and attempt to catch the thing before he escapes. I crept into the room to find this brown mass now hanging from the shadow molding above the TV, planning to cover him with the box, then sliding the flattened lid under it to capture him within. Good plan. But... can't reach ctrzbat, though... too high. With a stepstool now in hand, I slooowly placed it at the base of the wall and slooowly crept up to meet ctrzbat at eye level. As I raised the box, thinking Van Helsing had NOTHING on me, ctrzbat apparently decided this was a good time to get a better look at my ear, and swooped off his perch to begin separating ions within the bedroom's atmosphere again. I do recall my reaction was not a calm one. It quickly became my belief that several elements within the periodic table were broken down into their respective atomic components as a result of his circling, and now my bedroom is unquestionably radioactive. I fully expect an EPA visit in a day or so.
After several ten minute intervals whereby I'd chase him until my sanity nearly broke or I felt I heard him snickering under his breath, all the while carrying with me several Paul Mitchell hair products, tennis rackets, shoeboxes, Molton Brown body sprays (this bat probably got ALL the girls last evening), swiffers, and bath towels... he finally left through the front window. I think. ctrzson had earlier gone back to bed in his room, and when I returned to the bedroom this last time, well after 3am, I confess I fully expected to see ctrzbat reclining on the now utterly tangled bed next to my contented, smiling wife smoking a cigarette. Alas, he was gone, but not before leaving several little black pellets sprinkled below his various perches about the bedroom. ctrzwife slept with my son and I took the big chair/ottoman in the living room. ctrzcat has not yet woken up, I believe.
Paul Mitchell Detangler? What are you mad??? Next time - make sure you have the cheap stuff like Aquanet on hand!!!
:clap::clap::clap:
:clap::clap::clap:
ctrzwife wasn't too happy about having to clean up those little bat pellets either, fro what she told me the bat had a wing span of at least three feet.
Oh yeah, her new nickname at Clinton is "Batgirl".
Oh yeah, her new nickname at Clinton is "Batgirl".
I loved him already. This just confirmed HOW MUCH!
I also love that he's made the bat a member of his family!
I also love that he's made the bat a member of his family!
Posted By: Monsterthe bat had a wing span of at least three feet.
Funny, I thought I heard it was more like 6 feet. Probably one of those flying foxes I mentioned early, escaped from a local zoo, and headed straight for ctrzaska's house!
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