So I was doing my spiritual thing in my garden late at night under the moon. Smiling and humming and generally feeling very mellow and full of love for humanity, I WAS swaying a bit....
I thought that I had called the birds right out of their nests when they were flying around my head - talk about St. Francis of assissi!
When I had a closer look I realised that the little creatures were sneaking in under my eaves!
It took a few seconds for me to realise what they were and at first I was honoured that they had "chosen" ME!
Ok, ok, they chose my roof,
and probably only because it's suitably dark.
I thought awhile and wasn't sure that it would be fashionable to be enamoured by the little furry creatures.
I reverted to fearful, urban, "I have a big problem" mode.
After reactions from all and sundry I decided to look into the scary chance of dying from infected guano.
I don't have a pellot gun so no I won't be taking pot shots as was one suggestion.
I would hate to think of the state of my tennis racquet after yet another dramatic solution was described.
I also made sure that I wouldn't have to shave my head after being be-tangled by a blind bat.
Blind bats and hair obsession are both old wives tales.
I can say these things with confidence -
I am now a proud member of the Gauteng's northen bat interest group.
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I was up a ladder in a jiffy, half of my body reaching into my ceiling.
I did find them nestling snuggly in my rafters and have identified them, with help from batman himself as Scotophillus Dingani - a yellow african bat that eats up to 1000 insects per night. If I'm hosting six then thats 6000 insects per night.
I have monitored them on many occasion and can't see their apparently velvety green upside coat or the yellow fluffy underside, but I do visualise it and my heart fills with awe at these amazing creatures that are so misunderstood.
I may just look into taking my daughters advice as she exclaimed "awesome! - tame them mom!"
