Hello Chroniclers!
Mid-week update this time! I wanted to relay a quick story that happened to us.
So if you couldn’t tell from some of our descriptions, we kind of live in the country… Dirt road, one stoplight, two pub village… you know, small. We absolutely love it. Moving from Houston, population 4 million people plus to Send, population four hundred people is exactly the change in lifestyle we were looking for.
That’s not to say it’s without interesting challenges, like foxes.
‘How do we not let a fox eat our cats?’.
‘Was that a woman being murdered? No? Just a fox howling… Well, that’s not creepy at all…’
This week’s interesting challenge came last evening. We were getting ready for the Duke’s bath time when Libby went to the bathroom to turn off the bath water we were running. She heard this weird clicking sound, and the cats were both staring at the window, wide-eyed. She went over to the cracked open window to investigate, then ran out of the room. “DEREK! THERE’S A BAT IN THE BATHROOM!!’
I calmly told her to go into the nursery with Duke and close the door. I calmly grabbed our little clothes hamper, which can fold flat. I calmly closed the door so it couldn’t get into the rest of the house. Then it started flying around the bathroom with me… and I calmly proceed to freak the hell out!
‘Oh God! It’s attacking! It’s flying in circles!’
I tried for what felt like an eternity with me trying to swing and/ or trap it with the hamper.
‘It brushed up against me!’
‘How do I keep missing it!?’
‘Is this how it is going to end for me!?’
‘Oh God!‘
‘DEVIL BIRD!’
Finally, I managed to get a lucky swing on it and stun it. I trapped it in the hamper and threw it outside. We’re saved! Hooray!
Upon looking at it, it wasn’t quite as big as I imagined, but it was still bloody intimidating.
Part of the joys of living in the country, I suppose. Libby is still cursing this country and their abhorrence of screens on windows. Maybe she should start a petition…
Until next time, we hope you’re happy, well, and well rested!