March 11, 2014

My father was a sound sleeper and could fall asleep rather quickly. He snored very loudly so the nightly challenge was to get in bed and fall asleep before he did or it might mean a long time laying there listening to him breathe. Or not breathe. Then the snoring again.

My mother, on the other hand, was a light sleeper and awakened easily. One night after I had fallen asleep, my mom heard an unfamiliar sound and awoke abruptly. As a musician, she had perfect pitch and keen ears. She listened a moment. She heard a high-pitched sound that seemed to circle the room. Around and around and around.

“Honey, wake up. There’s a bat in our room!” In a flash, my dad was up and pulled his pants and slippers on. (He would never dream of not being dressed if he were out of bed.) He carefully edged out of the bedroom leaving my mother in the bed. I imagine she pulled the sheet over her head. He returned a moment later with the broom and a shoebox.

He swung the broom at the bat. Missed. Swung again. Missed. He didn’t want to hurt it; he just wanted to knock it down to the floor. Finally, he swung and connected, sending the bat to the royal blue carpet. Quickly, my dad scooped it into the shoebox and put the lid on.

As dawn approached, he took the bat to the back porch and set it free. As he told me the story the next day, he held the shoebox and looked inside wistfully as if there were the essence of bat left behind.

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5 comments on “March 11, 2014

  1. Another great dad story! I love all the action.

  2. Laura says:

    Love the memory of your dad, it has inspired me to write about my dad tomorrow. Liked how you gave details-like sleeping habits and your mom’s love of music.

  3. Bats just totally creep me out. The image of it falling to the royal blue carpet send shivers up my spine. Well done (writing)!

  4. mrssurridge says:

    Love that last sentence. I remember a bat in the house once and all four members of my family were running around screaming. It fell down dead from sheer terror of our screams. Well, that’s not really what happened, but it wasn’t alive when it left the house. Your dad was much more compassionate.

  5. Great family story!! I like this story about your Dad!

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