I just read the best news story ever. Its about a woman in cedar rapids who had a bat in her house. She reported it to the Dept. of Public Health and then proceeded to get ready for bed setting her automatic coffee pot to go off in the morning. She rose the next day for a cup of fresh brew and then headed off for work. She did not discover the bat in her coffee filter until that night when she was cleaning it out. The woman had to undergo treatment for rabies as it the bat was too fried to determine whether or not it was rabid.
This is the ultimate bad day. It makes me reminiscent of the house I grew up in in Fairfield, Iowa. It had bats, slugs, chipmunks, mice, and shag carpet. What more could you ask for. Oh yes, and Lisa had to walk uphill to get to her bed her floors were that slanted. She could only position her bed one way in the room in order that blood would all flow to her head. I remember many "bat" encounters. My dad always had a tennis racket or boom bat handy in case the bats would strike. They entered mainly through this large fan in the ceiling that connected to our attic. The slugs were another problem altogether. They would creep up from the basement and make a trail of slime across our kitchen floor. It was quite fun to put salt on them and watch them shrivel up and die. It was also fun whenever mom discovered one of their slime trails in her bare feet. Another favorite memory of mine is when we had a mouse in our cupboard and dad went at it with a butcher knife. I will never forget the site of him proudly presenting us with that impaled mouse. I was not a happy camper, I assure you.
I miss those days, but i'll take my hardwood floors over red and blue shag carpet anyday.
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