A knock on the front door

As I was finishing up exercising today, I heard a knock at our front door. Hating that people always find me sweating like a pig, I was glad when I looked and no one was there. I saw the body of a bird fly away so I assumed a bird had tried to get in. Then it happened again. And this time he stayed on the door. That's when I realized it wasn't a bird. It was a BAT!

Now we have a lot of bats at night, but I didn't realize that they were ever around in the day. I'm glad we have screens on our windows so he only hooked into the screen and didn't come inside. I'm even more glad that we have house help whose job includes killing the mice and bats and whatever else comes around. Amazingly, they do it with such ease. I showed Jeremie the bat, he walked right outside with a rag and just picked it up. There's no animal control here!

Here are some more pictures of the bat in case you've never seen them up close. Kind of interesting and kind of gross. Brett had to take these pictures because anytime the bat made noise I just ran. I really need to get over these silly fears. They don't seem to be going away, but rather they just keep coming. I am at least better with roaches now, well, sometimes. The other week we had people over for the first time for dinner. The mom, Alison, was in the kitchen talking to me as we waited for the pizzas to finish in the oven. I went to get a hot pad out of the drawer and there were two roaches. Rather than taking care of it quietly, or even just closing back the drawer and not saying anything, I told her there were roaches in the drawer. She, not knowing the size, said she didn't mind them unless they were big and went to start to get them. Well, they were big, but she pulled out the drawer nonetheless and took it outside. I say that like it was a casual movement, not so much. But we finally got them killed and her husband was really surprised that it was her that actually dealt with the roaches since she never does at her home. So I guess it's natural to defer to the man, because after all, he is manly, right? And killing things is part of the man's job. Now if this had happened in the States, I probably would have been mortified because I had roaches in my kitchen as I was cooking dinner for guests (and some of you are thinking that's inexcusable) but that's just life here. There's nothing I can do about it. There's nothing anyone can do about it. So I was just trying to be a good host- letting my guest take care of my roaches! Ha! But enough about roaches, here's more of the bat.

Yuck!! Good thing we've had our rabies shots!