Some of the best memories we have as a family are moments in time that spontaneously combusted into uncontrollable activity and laughter. The kind of laughter where you nearly pee your pants (or do) and can't catch your breath.
I remember one night a bat flew into the house when I opened the front door to turn off the front sprinkler. Just sure it would make its new home in my hair I belted out a blood curdling scream that rattled all three boys out of their beds to see what was the matter. All I could do was point and scream, "Bat !" The boys all squealed and quickly summoned my husband's help, "Daddy, help mommy a bat is going to get her!" He quickly grabbed his handy salmon net on a pole and began an attempt to shoo this small but creepy creature out the nearest door. I will never forget a frenzied, serpentine run from room to room with my boys in tow, shrieking and slamming doors as we attempted to outrun the flight path of this vampire. Our skill as a team came into play as we would jump over the family dog and slide on the wooden floor in stocking feet to our next safe destination. As the bat would change direction we would duck and limbo under the whooshes of the projectile net and as I remember it seemed to have no apparent concern for my husband as we quickly locked him out of rooms in which we took cover. After all, he was armed and brave and well, " the dad". The poor man was on his own but I will never forget the look of successful satisfaction on his face when he proudly reported in a chiefly voice, "The imposter has been safely discharged". It was enough heightened female hysteria and Teradactyl-like adventure to conjure an enduring family legend. We respectfully call it, "The night dad got the bat".
MH
I remember one night a bat flew into the house when I opened the front door to turn off the front sprinkler. Just sure it would make its new home in my hair I belted out a blood curdling scream that rattled all three boys out of their beds to see what was the matter. All I could do was point and scream, "Bat !" The boys all squealed and quickly summoned my husband's help, "Daddy, help mommy a bat is going to get her!" He quickly grabbed his handy salmon net on a pole and began an attempt to shoo this small but creepy creature out the nearest door. I will never forget a frenzied, serpentine run from room to room with my boys in tow, shrieking and slamming doors as we attempted to outrun the flight path of this vampire. Our skill as a team came into play as we would jump over the family dog and slide on the wooden floor in stocking feet to our next safe destination. As the bat would change direction we would duck and limbo under the whooshes of the projectile net and as I remember it seemed to have no apparent concern for my husband as we quickly locked him out of rooms in which we took cover. After all, he was armed and brave and well, " the dad". The poor man was on his own but I will never forget the look of successful satisfaction on his face when he proudly reported in a chiefly voice, "The imposter has been safely discharged". It was enough heightened female hysteria and Teradactyl-like adventure to conjure an enduring family legend. We respectfully call it, "The night dad got the bat".
MH
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