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BATS in My Belfry (Not a Metaphor)

BATS in My Belfry (Not a Metaphor)

BATS in My Belfry (Not a Metaphor)

I got home last night from the long weekend and there was a squat, dead bat curled on my living room rug. I should remind you, I live on the third floor of a converted church. And the section I live in looks like it must have been the bell tower at one time.

 

Where are you hiding???

One dead bat does not a problem make…

…so I said, “Poor little bat,” picked up its carcass with a paper towel, tied it into a plastic bag and tossed it in the garbage. I was tired from the weekend: lots of heavy flowers toted to relatives’ graves, long walks in nearby state parks. I went to bed early without my requisite bottle of water on the bedside table. (A holdout tradition from when I used to have the “security blanket” of wine next to the bed).

 

I woke at about midnight. Thirsty. And when I turned on the bedside lamp to get to the refrigerator without tripping over my suitcase, I was dive-bombed like Dorothy, besieged by flying monkeys. I used similar tactics to Dorothy and Tin Man, too – eyes wide, hands overhead, a scream or two for emphasis, running around my apartment looking for cover… I think there were two bats, but there may have just been one overly zealous flying creature. Bats are not rodents, by the way. I Googled it at 1 AM.

 

I live in an excruciatingly groovy, industrial building. One of those buildings where bedrooms are facades, easily accessed by bats over artful, open lofts. I turned off the light and sat up for a while clutching the blanket to my chin in the dark, waiting. A bat sailed in frantically, banging into the lamp and, seemingly, targeting my neck. It rocketed over the wall and out to my living area, where I heard it banging into walls and such. What the hell happened to echolocation?

 

Delirium Tremens?

In my old drinking days, I had a water rat plague me at my house in Ponte Vedra. When I first saw him, I actually thought it was delirium tremens. I did not trust my own eyes. But, had I not seen the dead bat (and kept the specimen), I would have thought I dreamed this little bit of street theater, too. Or that is was delayed DTs. There was something so surreal about the encounter. Who else has bats in their house? And how do you get them out?

 

I don’t dislike bats per se. But I don’t like mysterious thingies flying over my bed at night. And if I woke to find a bat sitting on my forehead, I would have a heart attack and die. Plus, my bat was kind of BIG.

 

What does all this batty stuff have to do with addiction recovery?

Nothing much I suppose. Just that it happened at midnight and I was lucid. And instead of calling the landlord and demanding immediate attention (liberally laced with the “F” word) or slurring a 911 call in the middle of the night, I dealt with it reasonably. Oh, and it reminded me, once again, that sober life is not perfect life. But when you are sober, solid and sober, life’s foibles are so much easier to take.

 

 

 

Today I’m not drinking because it drives me batty (sorry…)

How come you’re not drinking?

 

Comments (8)

  1. Annie Ope r
    May 30, 2017

    We get them at work all the time. You wait until they are sleeping and get them with a long handled butterfly net. Or you get an unafraid person to shoo them outside with a broom. Good luck and let me know if you get him/them. 🙂

    • Marilyn
      Marilyn
      Jun 2, 2017

      Someone from the apartment came in and got rid of my bat. I wasn’t there. I hope they set him free… He was kind of cute when he wasn’t nesting in my hair.

      XXXOOO
      M

  2. Tim S
    May 30, 2017

    Bats eat skeeters, don’t they? Enough said. (Would you believe that the local vector management guy said we should put some kind of gold fish (sic) in our rain barrels, and then gave me a baggy full of them.)

    I haven’t seen any bats around here but we had squirrels scratching and probably peeing in our attic crawl space. I tried sonic pest controllers in the 1980s and they were a total waste but we tried a contemporary one and it’s been amazing. (Amazon, $29.95).

    Believe it or not, as I read your post I found myself thinking that you were really handling it well. And then you said that. Nicely done.

    Another few hours without a drink and I’ll be able to celebrate 32 years clean and sober, thanks to everybody (including you) who shared their experience, strength and hope with me over the years and supported me during the dark times.

    • Marilyn
      Marilyn
      Jun 2, 2017

      You are awesome. And yes, the moral of the story is: into this life, a few bats will fly – it’s how you deal with them that counts. Sober. Handling it well. Congratulations on 32 years clean and sober. And you are very welcome.

      XXXOOO
      M

  3. Quitter
    May 31, 2017

    How come you're not drinking?
    So I can fight bats calm and sober like with Marilyn!
    I knew it, I just KNEW the sober point had to be that the drinking Marilyn woulda freaked the F out and been inept to cope because drunk. I knew ’cause that woulda been me too! Kudos for sobriety and the presence of mind to deal with it!

    • Marilyn
      Marilyn
      Jun 2, 2017

      Exactly!!!! Midnight and lucid!!! Moral of the story, right?

      XXXOOO
      M

  4. Tim S
    Jun 2, 2017

    Thank you, Marilyn.

    “What a long strange trip it’s been!”

  5. lisa
    Jun 7, 2017

    How come you're not drinking?
    too busy
    bats = letting go of fear; or a loved one has passed on successfully

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