Ah, the dog days of summer are nearly behind us. And I couldn’t be happier. Summer break? It was more like summer hell. Or at least summer purgatory. The living most definitely wasn’t easy. But easy isn’t always better. Thanks to this summer, we will have some great stories to tell for years to come. Our kids will one day recount to their own children about the legendary summer of 2013 when Rachel was diagnosed with mono; Thomas broke his tibia while sliding down a slide on Gaba’s lap when we were in Illinois for a wedding we drove 13ish hours to attend and Thomas, Dave, and I missed the ceremony since we were stuck at the ER for four hours; the basement flooded…three times; the refrigerator went kaput and incompetent service meant we lived out of a cooler for two weeks until we finally realized we just needed to buy an extra refrigerator/freezer for the basement given our family size any way. And then there were the bats. And the 35 rabies shots.
Holy batman!
Picture this: My husband is on call working late. I arrive home at around 10 pm after spending the day at my parents’ house visiting with my cousin and her family who are in town from Texas. Three out of four kids are sound asleep. One by one I quietly transport them from the minivan into a cozy cocoon of blankets on their beds. I don’t know if I’m just tired, but I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary – yet. My oldest is hungry. I know it’s probably a stalling tactic, but I tell her to get herself a bowl of cereal. I go to grab a few bags from the hallway. In my peripheral, I see something hop. I turn my head and see a black thing on the ground. I can’t turn on the lights because we also had some weird electrical problem arise this summer that meant half our lights weren’t working. I tell Madeline I think there might be a frog in the house. This seems a little odd, but we did once have a snake in the laundry room. Frogs, I can handle. I am not a particularly squeamish person when it comes to critters. I start heading for the kitchen to grab my phone so I can use the flashlight app but as I’m walking I see some other creature on the ground, and I hop over it, not wanting to step on whatever the thing is. I turn around to examine it, wondering what the heck is going on because it looks like it might be a dead mouse. A frog and a mouse in the house? Only upon closer examination, I see that it’s not dead and it isn’t a mouse. It raises its head and then stretches out a webbed wing. Holy batman (again)! Meanwhile, our dog is sleeping in one of her favorite spots beneath the dining room table impervious to the fact that small, flying mammals have infiltrated our home. I turn to get Madeline and see another bat swooping about in the kitchen. Seconds later Madeline is screaming from my bedroom, “There’s a bat in the house!!!!”
No, Honey, there are at least four bats in the house.
I call my husband. He can’t talk long because of his work situation. He suggests I use a tennis racket and get them out.
Are you nuts? I can’t recall if I said that aloud to him or not. Later when he returns home and finds the flying creatures, he agrees he was not really in touch with what was actually transpiring in our home.
Next I call my good friend, who is also my neighbor, since she had some bats in the walls of her house and basement just a week or so ago. (Yes, it turns out our street had a little problem with a bat infestation this summer. We were the only lucky ones to actually have them hanging out in our living quarters.) She is out of town with her boys but immediately invites us to stay at her house for the night. Her husband soon shows up and helps me evacuate sleepy, disoriented children. It takes some convincing to get Madeline to come out from her hiding place. She was still burrowed into my covers and screaming. I kind of feel like doing that, too, but I keep it together. Later we find out that Dave (my neighbor’s husband and our rescuer) saw bats flying in the room where Mary Elizabeth was sleeping, but he didn’t want to freak me out any further. Thank you for that.
We are refugees, fleeing our bat-ridden house with only a few belongings. Even though Layla (the dog) has her rabies shots, she comes along, too. I call my husband again and tell him what room we’re sleeping in, but he says he’ll be fine at home. Whatever, I think. A little after 2 a.m. the guest bedroom door at my friend/neighbor’s house creaks opens. It’s my Dave standing there.
“Oh, you decided to join us.”
“I’m not sleeping in there,” he says. “There” being our home turned bat cave.
I chuckled.
Long story short, we caught seven live bats in our home. Dave stayed with our neighbors since he had to work, but the kids, Layla, and I retreated to Nana and Pop’s house for a few days. My husband consulted with myriad experts – the CDC, the health department, our personal pediatrician, the director of emergency medicine at a local hospital – and all unanimously agreed that we needed to get rabies vaccinations as a precautionary measure. Young children have died from rabies after a bat exposure even though there was no noticeable bite mark. This was a risk we could not take. Rabies shots are not cheap. We paid thousands of dollars out of pocket, but the insurance covered the rest. The total cost for our family was over $30,000. I wish we were dogs. The first shot series meant 19 shots total for us. It’s based on weight, and my poor, tall husband got five shots that first day. We had four more series of shots for a whopping total of 35 shots for our family. The kids were troupers. A new, fun imaginary game my 4-year-old and 2-year-old (yup, Thomas is 2; I just haven’t gotten around to sharing his birthday letter here, although I have written it) like to play is “let’s-give-Mommy-lots-of-shots-because-of-the-bats.”
On the first day we got shots (and were at the hospital for three hours because of paperwork, etc.) we saw our neighborhood mail carrier. “You look so nice,” she told Madeline who was wearing an airy sundress.
“Thank you. We just went to get our rabies shots.”
Cue our big, black dog barreling out the front door. “We had bats in the house,” I quickly explain. “It’s not Layla. She’s not Cujo. She’s fine.”
Two employers from the health department paid a visit to our street passing out pamphlets about bats and rabies. We’re famous! I was waiting for the guys in white suits to show up a la E.T. and whisk us away.
We had an excellent expert, whom I referred to as the bat guy, seal up our house. My husband discovered how the bats, which were only juveniles, got into our home. One of the kids had opened and not closed a small door in a closet upstairs that connects to the attic space. Juvenile bats follow air currents and get confused, so that’s how they ended up in our house. One got trapped behind a built-in bookcase, so we had a disgusting smell wafting through our home. Unfortunately, that unlucky bat wasn’t the only mammal to get trapped in the home. We had the bat guy seal off an unfinished portion of our basement as well. We came home one day after being out of town to a horrendous, putrid smell. It turns out a small oppossum had chewed through some insulation had gotten stuck once the basement was sealed off. The critter died right near an opening to our air vent. My poor husband had to retrieve the decaying animal and get it out. He slipped on rubber grubs and armed himself with a half dozen trash bags and a shovel and said, “I’m off to do my manly duty.”
I love that man.
I never want to see another wild animal in our home again.
On a side note, I have nothing against bats. I like watching them swoop in the dusk sky. They’re fascinating creatures – the only true flying mammals. I was very upset that it took animal control services two days to come pick up the live bats from our porch. My husband used some of our Tupperware to store the critters and cracked open the tops periodically to make sure they had enough air. Bats are good creatures to have around because a single bat is typically able to consume one-third of its body weight in insects each night. I just don’t want Stellaluna in our bedrooms. (Just to be clear, I realize we didn’t have fruit bats in our house like Stellaluna.)
When we were forced to flee our home, I couldn’t help but think of real refugees and how lucky we were to just be leaving because of some nocturnal mammals hanging out in our abode. We had a safe place to go to, and I knew we’d return home soon enough. I joked with one of my closest friends that none of this was that big of a deal. “We have developed world problems,” I said.
My sweet friend who has volunteered in places like Africa, India, and South America said, “Having bats in your home and having to get rabies shots is a little more than that. A developed world problem is losing followers on Pinterest.” Thank you, dear friend, for giving me permission to feel a little frazzled.
So that’s my summer recap. You can’t make this stuff up, but just in case you think I might have, here’s some photographic evidence:
Joy B says
Wow, what a summer!
Glad the kids tolerated all the shots okay.
Wishing you a calmer autumn.
Kris Chatfield says
Wow. Just wow. I know you wrote me about a little of it, but goodness. And poor Thomas – and poor Gaba!!
Jess says
oh. my. goodness.
That is all.
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Claire says
Oh my gosh Kate. We have had issues with bats on and off for many years, and I’m sure that we’ve had several in our attic, but I can’t imagine having 7 at one time in the house! (Ours enter the living space one at a time.) We also had to pay for a bat exclusion last month, the third one we’ve had since moving into this house 8.5 years ago. The last two were done by a large company; this time we used a local bat expert who charges half as much and actually knows what he’s doing (but it’s still not cheap). You are much more compassionate toward the bats than we are. My husband kills each one he finds, and then we have them tested for rabies by Animal Control. I also admire that you were not hysterical when they descended on you. I totally traumatized my son when we had ours last month, and he woke up to mommy screaming as if she was being axe-murdered. And that’s with my husband in the house. I can’t even imagine how hysterical I would have been if my husband had not been home.
Melanie B says
Wow. What a saga! I do hope your fall is much calmer than your summer.
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Anonymous says
Oh no!!
I touched a bat in junior high that we found in the science department, but they tested the bat for rabies and he was clean so none of us in the science club had to get shots. Sounds like we weren’t nearly grateful enough for that.
We have bats in our attic and my husband has been stalling calling someone to take care of them. I think I’m going to remind him. It’s been an expensive year, but we have to get rid of the bats. This is our habitat!!!
Jessica says
oh my gosh that is so terrifying. I’m not super squeamish about critters either but the whole rabies thing puts a whole different spin on it. In the AZ desert we get crazy guests like scorpions and I hadn’t seen one in the house in ages (yay!) but the other day my 5 year old said he saw one under the car in the garage, and then we looked again and it was gone. I have never gotten the kids into the car faster! We haven’t seen it since so I’m just hoping it ingested some poison and is dead behind a box or something. Ick.
Hope your school year is calmer than your crazy summer!