This is not the typical photo narrative. This is a story about why it's necessary to know good people. And why it's helpful if they live in your neighbourhood. Recently, while working one evening I heard a strange sound. I'm still getting used to the sounds of this house, so didn't think much about it. A few minutes later, something caught my eye. A black shape was zipping around the dining room. It was one of those moments of slow realization. Of sudden heart pounding. Of great gasping. A bat. In my dining room. A BAT. So obviously about two seconds post-realization, I was outside trying to figure out what to do... and noticing that I had fled the house sans cell phone. Awesome.
I spent 15 minutes peering through the window and watching the bat whiz around before it seemed to disappear. Seemed being the key word. I knew better. Stealth me ventured inside for my phone. Successfully. Whew.
And then, I thought of who I could call. Qualifications required: proximity, capability of dealing with this situation, and a probability that I would not be mocked. My first call was to Rod and Sarah. And they did not disappoint. THANK GOODNESS. Within 10 minutes of their arrival the ol' bat was no longer getting cozy in my house. WHEW.
Here are some snaps from a pre-bat meet up with Rod, Sarah and their sweet gal Maggie. It was Victoria Day morning and a perfect way to start summer.