I’m listening to a bat squeal and scratch as I write this. It’s trying to escape from our fireplace. It apparently fell down the chimney last night and lodged itself in a nearly inaccessible place just above the damper or smoke shelf or whatever it’s called.
It’s been making a terrible racket all morning. With a flashlight, I can catch glimpses of the furry thing as it flaps around, but there’s no way I’m going stick my hand up there in an effort to remove it The last thing I need is a series of rabies vaccinations from a panicked bat sinking its teeth into my fingers.
I keep thinking of this old Gahan Wilson cartoon.