Imagine the scene… I am in my tiny workroom one evening, mellow with a glass of white wine and happily typing some words for you. Bill is occupied watching something very scary on the TV downstairs. (My family will tell you just how much of a wimp I am – I hide watching Disney movies.)
Suddenly there was a plonking sound, quite a big plonk. At first, I thought that a bird had found its way into the house, but it was not a bird. There, on the far side of my desk, was a lightly concussed bat lying across my mobile phone. I remember thinking – you are a bat. Good heavens! YOU ARE A BAT!
As I watched, he or she took to the air and I scuttled into the adjoining spare room to consider the matter. I do not mind bats and I know they are protected, but something had to be done.
I hunted around my shelves and found some soft fabric, then crept back into my study to find said bat hanging upside down on the back of the door. (As one does if one is a bat!)
I opened the window and gently picked up the bat with the fabric (what a noise – a cross between squeaks and sneezes) and I was able to let it go safely.
When I told Bill all about it, I thought he might faint – he does not even like birds flying about inside the house.
And yes, I did head for another glass of wine after my wildlife adventure.