Things That Go Bimp In the Night

Mom & Dad were here for a wonderful visit, but left just a day before some excitement at the Villa! First, I need to back up and tell you about when I first went to look at Miss Molly, almost nine years ago. Her “foster father” came to the door and before he even let me in the house, asked, “You don’t want a dog for protection, do you?” No, I assured him, just companionship. He let me in, and I fell in love with this little mutt, who we now know is actually half dog/half chicken.

I was awoken by something last night. I’d taken a sleeping pill, so my brain had to work hard to rouse me. I was vaguely aware that there was Something in the bedroom with us. Molly didn’t even bark. She just looked at me as if to say, “Hey, you better check that out.” As I forced my fuzzy brain toward consciousness, I realized…there was a bat in my bedroom. (I didn’t get hysterical because this was
actually the Villa’s third bat, but the other two were 20+ years ago. Please read about them here; it’s relevant.)

The bedroom door was open and I saw it fly into the living room. I closed the bedroom door, and went into the kitchen to prop open the back door. Supposedly, bats don’t want to be indoors, and if you open a door or window, they will find the fresh air and get out. I sat in the living room for half an hour, watching this stupid bat fly back and forth, back and forth. I knew I was destined to fall back asleep soon, so I closed the door, opened a living room window about 6″ (it was about 15ยบ outside!) and went back to bed, closing the door tightly behind me.

I haven’t seen the bat since, and I hope he found his way outside. I’ll find out soon enough if he didn’t.

Bats One and Two

I embarked on some painting and remodeling shortly after moving into the Villa. I had a guy helping me, and one evening I noticed he’d left a dirty little rag on one of the cupboards. That wasn’t like him — he cleaned up every day before leaving — and right before I touched it, I noticed this dark little rag had a face!

I called a friend who lived nearby. “Save me from a little critter!” I said, clearly implying that a Real Man wouldn’t leave a damsel in distress. He came over, we made a net out of a pillow case and a hanger, and sure enough, he was able to gently scoop the bat in, and take it outside to release it. The friend moved away shortly thereafter; I’m sure there was no connection. Yah.

Three years go by. I was in the living room watching tv with a guy I was dating; we’ll call him Milton. Suddenly a little bat swooped across the room in front of us! My dog and I ran for the bedroom with Milton at our heels. “Wow,” he said, “What are you gonna do?” he asked. Is he kidding? As I shoved him through the door, I said, “I’m going to wait here while you get rid of it!” (What is it with guys nowadays? They have to be goaded into chivalry.) Many minutes of grunting, running, panting, and cursing went by. He finally knocked on the door, and I opened it to find him puffed with testosterone.

“It’s safe to come out now,” he said. “I think it flew out the window.” “You think it flew out the window? Or you know it did?” “I’m sure, come and look. He’s gone.”

It was gone. That should have been the end of The Tale of Bat Two. But it’s not. Fast forward about five years. My parents are again visiting, and we’re watching Antiques Roadshow. My dad commented that he’d always wanted to learn more about Grandma’s Big Vase, which has sat on top of my corner cabinet since I moved to the Villa. He thought it was worth a lot of money.

“No, Dad,” I protested, “I’m almost sure that it’s post-war Japanese. I don’t think it’s that old.” “Let’s see if there’s a mark on it,” he said, and pulled a chair over to reach the vase. As he tipped it upside-down to check for a manufacturer’s mark, out tumbled… a skeletonized little bat.

With gloves, plastic bags, and manly bravery, Daddy made the little skeleton go away. I had to endure just a tiny bit of teasing about my housekeeping skills. But I haven’t looked in the Big Vase since then, and I’m sure not going to now.