Bats

Oh dear.

The bats are back in the belfry.

When it was there regularly, I overcame my terror and just ignored it. With one eye staying on it of course. But it was only an "it" then. Now it's a "them". After my class last night when we were gathering and basking in the ambiance, it started. A HUMONGOUS black thing flying over our heads. And then another. I ducked for cover. I put a bolster over my head for protection. Waiting for the men folk to DO SOMETHING!!! And they were just admiring it/them. Wandering around, wondering where they came in and where they roost and what the air velocity was and whether the nor'easter had brung them and all that usual men stuff.

Finally, being the sane person in the room, I crawled on my hands & knees to the light switch and quickly turned them on! Helllloooo!!!! No more bats!!! Now why didn't they think of that? Silly men folk.

Man. I hate it when the bats start flying around and I have to try and keep my voice from squealing and try to overcome the impulse to run screaming out of the room while my poor students are perpetually in relaxation pose....Course if I'm screaming, they ain't gonna be relaxing. You see why there's a problem. Why do the bats circle so low? I KNOW they are after my hair....my brothers and cousins convinced me that I have just the perfect hair for bats nests....the right color and consistency....shudder....

I guess I'll be back to teaching from under the communion table. Maybe I should wear a scarf....