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I'm 2-for-2 with one walkPosted Tuesday, July 19, 2011, at 10:03 AM
Merry and I have lived in our current home for almost three full years.
In August, it will have been three years, the first two of which, were full of lots and lots of work.
In the past year, obviously, a lot has changed.
Merry and I got married last year, James David was born, etc.
It's been pretty crazy.
And three instances seem to come to mind.
Last year, during one regular morning, I noticed something that shouldn't be in the home.
As I was getting ready to feed the dogs, I saw a black blob near their water dishes. As it turns out, it was a bat.
I scooped up the animal and tossed it outside.
Call it a walk.
Only weeks later, I battled another bat in the house. This one, however, was flying all over the place.
I managed to corner it in the bedroom, smacking it as it flew toward me. It fell behind a television. Then, I scooped it up and tossed it outside.
Call it a single.
Saturday morning, at approximately 3:30 a.m., it happened again.
I was sleeping when I suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from inside the house.
I sprung out of bed and started running.
Almost immediately, I saw Merry and James David scurrying from the kitchen into James' room with one of his blankets over their heads.
Then I saw it.
It was flying around the kitchen and family room.
We're up to bat again.
This time, the bat was up to the task.
After securing Merry and James David in our bedroom and shutting the door, I searched high and low in every room, looking for my nemesis.
After looking all over the place, I noticed it was just after 4 in the morning.
This may take a while.
Then, something didn't look right.
Out of the corner of my eye, in the living room on top of a valance above a window, I saw something black.
That doesn't look like it fits in the room, does it?
I crept to the area with flashlight in hand. Sure enough, it was my old friend, another bat.
It appeared to be in shock. I thought perhaps I could just scoop him up and take him outside.
But he had other plans.
He immediately flew into range.
We fought back and forth for at least a minute, but what felt like two hours.
Finally, as he flew right at me, I hit him, again with a towel, just like the last battle I had.
He smacked across the room, approximately 10-feet from where the battle originally ended.
Call it a double.
He was scooped up and taken outside, still alive, but quite shaken.
As a youngster, I always wanted to play baseball for a career. I dreamt of swinging the bat at the plate.
For now, I guess I'll settle for swinging at bats.
I'm 2-for-2 with a walk.