Ever have one of those evenings where odd stuff just happens.
So to start with last night, I hear a few shots coming from up near the Goggins place, about half a mile to a mile away, I don't think anything of it, as we always have trouble with Coyotes, or boars messing with our cattle. Then 5 minutes later more shooting. Then a SUV runs up my drive, over near my sis in laws place. The Goggin younger get's out with my Nephew, and that's it. no more shooting in the middle of the night, so I can only assume, they where out hunting, But outside of boar, I have no idea what for. Let alone what kind of lousy shot they must be.
But on to Morning.
I get up about 5:30 in the AM amazed at how long I slept, and how well I slept. Look at my pitcher and realize I need to make some more Tea for the day. I untangle myself from the blanket and mass of Dogs, and stumble into the bathroom. It is there that my cowardly Bostons abandon me to my own devices, as I am accosted at first by what I think is a humming bird, then it dawns on me, It is a damn bat.
I call for the dogs to get it, but they are eating food. ( my old dog Gruntie Gentle would have had a blast though RIP.) So Here I am, in my boxers , pulling a Homer Simpson "My Hair my Hair" ( I am bald for those who didn't know. Running from one end, to the other trying to catch this bat.
By this time, my wife is awake, and wondering what the hell happened to Steve, is he insane ? (ok well more insane than normal) I finally corner it in my office, where I have this old brown towel that I used after a workout, and I start shooing it towards the middle of the house, out towards the kitchen door.
The damn thing just won't go through. Then, I guess the thing was tired, as he landed on the floor right by my feet. I dropped the towel on him , and just like that, it was captured. Wife opens the door, and I snap the towel But I don't see anything fly off.
Looking closer, the dang flying rat is the same color as the towel, and has latched on for dear life. Denny finally finds an old spoon I used for gardening, and I'm able to pry it's death grip from the towel, releasing it back into the morning.
The kicker, the damn dogs now want to play with the towel . (sigh)
Stephen