Bats!
Saturday, September 2, 2023
Bats, why did it have to be bats?
I don’t remember when it was (I could look, but I’m feeling lazy), but I made a painting with faces in it and in the blog post started talking about my (many) phobias. I know I put the fear of bats on there, but I don’t believe I really emphasized how deep that fear is… because it’s my number one fear. Seriously. I could tell the many horror stories of my life long fear, but I’ll just share this one… which happened TODAY.
Being this is the last free Saturday that I am going to have for quite some time, I had planned to go over to my parent’s house to begin setting up my art studio. My parent’s house used to be my grandparents’ house, and the house my dad and his (six) siblings grew up in. It’s an OLD house, built in the late 1800’s. It has a detached garage that my late grandpa had split in half, making one half his wood shop. When he passed in the late 90’s, my late grandma turned it into her quilt shop. With both iterations, it is now a perfect art studio. The only changes that need to be made is some painting, putting in a window a/c, and fixing one of the doors. There used to be sliding glass door that opened into the backyard, but, somehow, the glass was busted. My dad, being the handy guy he is, is taking out that door, adding a regular exterior door, and building a wall where the hole is.
When the kiddo and I got there this morning, my dad hadn’t yet started working on the door that day, so it was just half boarded up. I went out there, and just as I put my purse on the desk, a winged devil flew at me and then started flying around the room. I knew immediately that it was my worst nightmare. I tried opening the back door to escape, but didn’t have the padlock key on me. I was trapped. My stepmom grabbed a broom and acted like a knight guarding the princess… as that princess is crumpled on the floor, in the fetal position, screaming. My kiddo walked in and helped shoo that S.O.B. into the regular garage half. My dad then opened the door so that satan spawn could fly out.
It took about 10 minutes for me to calm down and get my bearings enough to get the hell out of there. I went into the house, drank some water for my scream parched throat, and attempted to get my heart rate down… my FitBit was clocking it at 110bmp. While I was busy working on returning to reality, my kiddo when back out and banged on everything just to make sure there were no more rats with wings, like the good daughter she is.
I could’ve died.