Like A Bat Outta...

Well, let it be known, I'm not a fan of bunnies (in my yard), morning doves (who wake me up), mice (who potentially live in my yard), and fo' sho'... BATS!!

Thursday morning I was drinking coffee, eating breakfast, and reading a book at my patio table. As I sat down I noticed some little poop on my table. It wasn't bird poop, the kind from a fly by that has decorated my back patio. Nope, this was definitely looking like a mouse.

 I left the poop on the table and forgot about it. That night I went out to clean off the table for company. I thought, Sweet mother, what if there is a mouse in the umbrella when I open it? I'll die, just die. I decided to figure out who left that poop before going further. I pulled at the umbrella, shook it a bit, no mouse. I thought, What if that little rascal is hangin' out and drops on me when I open it all the way? I decided to take the umbrella by the horns so to speak. I took a hold of it, pulled it up at the furthest arm distance I could and slowly pulled it up. Who to my little eyes should appear but a mouse going for a ride up the bar on the umbrella. I FLIPPED with a capital F!!

I took off into the house, yelling I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I had my hands clinched so tight my nails were digging into my hands. The kids of course came scurrying... like mice, eewww! So we stood there inside the house pondering how to get rid of the thing. Nope, it wasn't going to be us who got rid of it. Scott got home (big game hunter) and he wanted no part of a mouse murdering... who would? He then has the nerve to suggest, "It could be a bat." Are you KIDDIN' me? Shoot me now!

Fast forward to our guests arriving. I asked if they were up for a mouse catching, killing, whatever. After dinner Adam (our crazy investigative guest) decides he just has to see what it is. Because you know, it could be a bat! Ugh. "It isn't a mouse", he says. "It's a bat." Again, I ran inside for fear the bat would decide to see sunlight that moment, in my direction.

Adam showed the kids the bat. Marketa, what a pansy, look how scared she is!

Ha, she was puttin' on an act to make me feel better.

Adam was quite the protector!

The kids were in shock and awe... ya, right, just good actors.

Ok, here is the best picture we got of that nasty little thing.

Doesn't look like a bat from this, but it was!!

That night we left the umbrella up after we knew the bat flew like a bat outta the umbrella!! to be with his bat family. We left it up a couple days discouraging another overnighter. I'm telling you right now, if that guy shows up again I'll lose my mind and then I may never get to use my new patio table again... Now who's the pansy?!