In Which I Pin a Bat With a Ragu Jar

(Photo has absolutely nothing to do with this story.)

It is loud here.

Very. Loud.

It all starts when oldest grand girl comes out of her bedroom and begins to scream about the bat swooping over my head and around the living room and into the kitchen and back into the living room.

I scream at her to get back in her room and shut her door.

I run upstairs to close bedroom doors, which startles the littlest grand girl–asleep in her portacrib–and she starts to scream.

Ignoring both of their screams, I throw open front door and, unable to make screen door plunger stick, I pull porch table over to hold door open.

I flip on porch light and then run to kitchen as I hear bat hit window. It now rests on window sill.

I scream at cat to back off and grab closest thing I can find to corral critter–an empty Ragu jar.

I misjudge size and only succeed in pinning bat by wing.

I hold jar tight over bat with one hand as it writhes and gnashes its teeth and chitters and push cats away with my other hand

I scream for big grand girl to come quick.

She screams that she won’t.

I scream to get out here now.

She comes, pulls large bowl from cupboard and brings new box of oatmeal to me. With one hand I pull off top and dump oats into bowl. But I can not figure how to safely exchange Ragu for Quaker.

I scream at big grand girl to go upstairs and calm screaming little grand girl–but to first bring my cell phone.

I call husband and scream at him to get. home. quick.

Upstairs screaming continues.

Bat very mad.

I feel sorry for bat, but I am Grizzly Gramma.

I take photo of bat with cell phone and post to Facebook with one hand–Help. Me. Because this, of course, needs to be documented.

Twenty-five (!) minutes later, husband skids up driveway and runs downstairs for leather gloves.

Once he returns, we discuss options, and he reaches into drawer behind me and removes scissors . . .

Bat is finally deposited in oatmeal box.

Baby is fed another bottle.

Grand girl is calmed down enough to sleep.

Papa goes to bed and snores.


Grizzly Gramma stands guard until 2:30 when she can no longer stay awake.

In the morning, I deliver dead bat to Animal Control. I watch an officer come to door and turn sign to “closed.”


I pound on door.


“What do you want us to do with that?”

“I want you to test it. There was a sleeping baby in the house.”

Crisis is over. Quiet descends. Until Animal Control lady calls the following day.

“Oh hi,” I chirp. Because I know what she’s going going to say. The bat was negative. It’s all good.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this…”


My heart pounds.


There are calls back and forth to health department (to my ex-boss), veterinarian, doctor at the state level, and grand girls’ parents.

In the end we determine that it’s only the littlest grand girl that needs to undergo rabies prophylaxis because there’s not 100 percent certainty that the bat did not enter her room and bite her. The cats’ shots are up-to-date, and they only need boosters.

I sigh.



Note: The littlest grand began the injection series today. Piece of cake.

The CDC and Bats

Five Minute Friday today becomes Ten Minute Friday.
Lisa Jo’s prompt this week was loud.


    • Sandra says

      I knew I had to write about it. The prompt was perfect.

      Grace has gone back to mom’s for tonight. She’s decided a random mouse is better than a bat.

  1. Anne / shadowwonder says


    “Bat very mad” . . . . . That’s when my smile turned into a laugh.

    Great story, and some brave characters.

    I’ll be back to visit again. Your blog looks like a wonderful place to hang out for awhile.


    • Sandra says

      It’s all pretty funny looking back on it–except for Lil having to get shots.

      Thanks, Anne!

  2. says

    Fabulous story! Well not fabulous that the little one has to take the medicine, but you told the story so well. I wrote two short paragraphs and you wrote on and on. The adrenaline must still have been flowing!
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    • Sandra says

      Well, Janet. This is a Five Minute Friday Fail. ๐Ÿ˜€ I don’t don’t know why I thought I could “document” it in five. ๐Ÿ˜€

  3. says

    I’m cracking up over here at the thought of the officer who sees you through the window coming up to the office with an oatmeal box… and he says to his side kick (Barney Fife)”watch this…” and he flips the Closed sign over… Riiiiiight. Like.THAT’S.Gonna.Stop.Sandy.

    Oh, I can just see you pounding on the door! You’re lucky he didn’t unsnap his shirt pocket and pull out that one bullet. Or maybe he’s the lucky one… for opening the door. Your grand girls have the best Nama EVER!!

    (I’m still laughing… with great compassion, though.)

    p.s. how exactly were the scissors employed?

    • Sandra says

      No kidding. I drove up, and there was this white sign on the door, and the place did not look open. I retrieved my little Meijer’s bag from the way back and then stopped to get a stick of gum from my purse in the back seat. I straighten up, and the fella is switching the sign around to CLOSED! So I run to the door and pound on it, stand there dancing. Then try to flag the attention of someone in a truck on the side–who ignores me. Then go back to the car to get my phone to call central dispatch (number on the door.) And then he comes back and flips the sign again–and walks away. I run back and pound on the door again. That’s when he came and unlocked it. Pretty funny.

      As far as the scissors…I turned my head and closed my eyes. Then Dennis said, “You can let go now.” Somehow he managed to (oh, I hate to say this) snap its neck with a quick twist. Not a mark. Not a speck of blood.

    • Sandra says

      LOL. Some things just can’t be avoided. I don’t want to think what would have happened if I’d let go of that jar.

  4. says

    oh my gosh…………this was so funny. well, not really.
    We’ve had fruit bats invade under our eaves every summer–they’re lovely at dusk. Can’t imagine one in my house.

    Glad baby’s okay. You’re amazing, Sandy.
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  5. Kathy says

    Seems like “organized chaos” in your home as the bat dramatically writhed and tried to get away from your grasp. I sure your grand girls will remember this night for a long time and realize how brave and protective you are. Of course,they will see the drama in this event and hopefully you have recovered and now sleep better at night. May the Lord continue to hold you in His hand and give you peace and rest after such an ardous adventure.

    • Sandra says

      It didn’t seem very organized at the time, Kathy. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      I do draw the covers up close while my eyes dart around the room. We sleep in the same room–the one that used to belong to my daughter–the site of another bat escapade that involved Animal Control coming to our home to retrieve a bat that … long story. That bat tested negative.

    • Sandra says

      LOL, Deb. I just couldn’t bring myself to put the bat picture on the blog. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  6. Judy says

    That is really scary. One time this happened to my daughter and I closed the window with the bat in the screen. I tried to kill it with hornet spray. I succeed. We did not have the bat tested but Rachel is still alive and expecting my first grandchild in 3 days.

    I’m so sorry it was a rabid bat and your grandchild has to get shots. Hope they don’t hurt too much.

  7. says

    I’ve seen people go frantic when they find a squirrel inside. Or a bird. Or a opossum. This is the first I’ve heard it involving a bat! I’m not surprised he was not very happy. But at least it had a happy ending for you.

    ~ VT