We finally made it home after a long week in Columbus. C. has bronchitis and we needed to give him a breathing treatment at random Steak N' Shakes along the way. He's a little better, but with the steroids he gets awful 'roid rage. A three year old Hulk ain't pretty.
Anyhoo, we finally get home and start to get unpacked. It's time for baths but because our regular tub isn't fixed yet we have to take the kids to the bathroom upstairs. That's when J. came downstairs and said calmly, "There's either a bat or a frog in the tub." WHAT?!?! How do you mistake a frog for a bat or vice versa? Well the kids were freakin out so I had to remain calm and let J. handle this situation.
"Can you die from rabies?" he asks. I think that you can. I saw it on ER once. He looks up bat disposal on the internet. He disappears into the closet and re-emerges dressed as a leather clad ninja fighter with a tennis racket. His plan is to scoop the bat into a large bucket, cover the bucket with the tennis racket and carry it through the house and out the front door. I am not too keen on this plan, as it requires carrying a rodent through the house but I am in no position to argue with the ninja.
He ascends the stairs ready for battle. His weapons for war are a large blue bucket used to collect dog poop and a 20 year old tennis racket. We are so proud of our warrior keeping us safe from intruders. After what seems like an hour (really about 15 minutes) he races down the stairs and out the front door and releases the animal. It does not fly away. I ask him in a whisper,"What happened up there? I didn't see the bat." He hung up his blue bucket shield and his tennis racket sword. He removed his protective leather gear and said in hushed voice, " I beat him with the tennis racket." He turned and walked away a changed man, a hero.
All I can really say about the whole incident is that I am SO glad it wasn't a goose.
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