Sundays are always slow here on Steemit. There is never that many new posts published on Sunday as during the week. Although people don't post they also don't comment much, either upvote. Except for those auto-voters and comment-bots. They are always working, 24/7, Monday to Sunday and on holidays.
This Sunday shouldn't be any different or at least that were my expectations. Therefore I was in slow-motion preparing my slow Sunday post with some slow plot and without any big excitement. But over a sudden, the calm atmosphere changed when...
Own derivative work with photo from Pixabay. Credits to OpenClipart-Vectors for bat-fly, used under the CC0 Creative Commons license.
A stray bat flew directly into my room. OMG!!! 😱😲😱 Cramped space and just two of us. He or she (I'm not sure, will try to determine that later) is flying and I'm not. It has a pair of big, I mean BiiiiiiiG black wings and I don't even have a single wing feather.
Forgive me please, all of you great, passionate and most devoted animal lovers (although I love the animals too), but this God's creature is not on my favorite list. Quite in contrary!
Photo by Todd Cravens on Unsplash, used under the CC0 Creative Commons license.
When I was a little girl, not so far from my house, there was a big bakery. It was quite a big bread baking facility almost like a factory, and there were a lot of bats who would fly out in the evening and fly through the neighboring streets.
I don't recall anymore who told me that, but I was warned to watch out so they don't get tangled in my hair as I wouldn't be able to untangle them out and in that misfortune case I would be forced to cut my hair.
Therefore, when this uninvited creature flew into my room, the first thing that I did was to grab a t-shirt pushed over the other chair and covered my head. It was some XL shirt that didn't cover just my hair but almost half of whole me. And the worst part in that scene was that I couldn't see what is going on around me and where the creature is.
Photo from Pixabay. Credits to Schmidsi for bat-silhouette, used under the CC0 Creative Commons license.
I don't know who gave the license to this pilot, but being blinded below the shirt, I could hear it hitting the walls or at least scratching them with the wings. That's why I daresay it must be she, a female bat. I'm not some sexist, but talking from experience, only women can drive (fly) that crazy (me excluded, of course 😜).
I called for my husband's help by screaming, Batwoman in my room! Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatwoman in my room!
Do I have to say that he didn't take me seriously and didn't even bother to come and take a look? (I'll deal with him later!)
However, realizing that I have been left on my own, that internal UN forces wouldn't come to rescue me, I have to figure out a different out of situation exit strategy quickly. I started to peek underneath the shirt, slowly crawling toward room windows in the attempt to open them more widely so the crazy lady bat without the flying license would maybe find the way out.
When I managed to open the windows at one side of the room wide, she started to fly only on the other part of the room, so I repeat the process. Slowly moving while still on guard peeking underneath the shirt, I started to crawl toward the other side of the room to open the windows there as well.
I heard my husband walking down the hall to the toilet. Through the gap of the room door left ajar, I saw him watching me crawl on my knees across the room.
"You are nuts!" - I heard him grumble in his chin.
Old fool, I shouted, I hear you!!!
In that magical, most romantic moment, lady bat finally found the open window and decided to leave my room.
Photo from Pixabay. Credits to Tomasz_Mikolajczyk for doll-barbie-batman, used under the CC0 Creative Commons license.
I told you, it was she! There is no doubt about that anymore. Only a woman can cook up the situation like that, and then when things get almost into its full swing, smoothly leave the battlefield and slip (fly) away.
Posted on Sunday, September 2, 2018