It's been 3 months since I moved into my new address. On the first night, distressed by my unfamiliar surroundings I couldn't fall into a peaceful sleep. This was due to the tap, tap, tap of tiny translucent water droplets, resounding off the bathroom basin.
I made a mental note to have it repaired as soon as possible...3 months later it's still dripping. Each time that I've attempted to make the call I freeze. The thought of a stranger coming into my space is too much for me right now. The move was stressful enough and I still feel like I'm recovering from the strain.
So, I wrapped the offending tap in sticky tape for the meantime, and have learned to live with the faint sound of tapping.
Around 3am I was awoken my a frantic tapping. I scolded myself for not getting it repaired sooner and tried to ignore it. Just as I closed my eyes It dawned on me that the sound wasn't coming from the bathroom but from the kitchen. So I quickly got out of bed to see if I had a flood.
The kitchen tap was fine, as I got closer It dawned on me that the tapping was more like a scratching.
Then I saw it. A small black winged creature struggling to climb out of the washing up bowl. I couldn't see it completely because a pink bowl and a large silver frying pan was in it. I'd made scrambled eggs earlier the previous day and left the pan to soak in 3 inches of water.
I slowly lifted the items out thinking whatever it was, was a moth? It turned out to be a baby bat. I was absolutely shell shocked. The kitchen window is always left open, so he/she must have climbed in through the gap. How he/she landed up in the bowl is a mystery.
It was obviously too wet to fly and I was frightened of it. Yes...ridiculous, I know. For about 30 seconds I just stood fixed to the spot.
The bat continued to scratch and paddle around the bowl. Up until this point, the bat had been so absorbed in trying to escape, my presence had gone unnoticed. I watched it wondering what to do...I didn't want to catch rabies. Just as I though this, the bat turned and saw me. It's reaction has deeply unnerved me so much that I've been unable to return to sleep.
She/he looked me straight in my eyes and immediately froze. Something passed between us...It's hard to describe. I don't keep pets, I find them cute but don't like poop.
The look bore right through me, and has left me feeling sick to my stomach.
It was a moment I'll never forget, which is completely stupid because it was just a baby bat.
Anyway, I carefully picked up the bowl before it eventually drowned, and tipped it into the grass in my garden. Four hours have passed and I still feel like I'm going to be sick.
Eye contact has never had that effect on me before.
I made a mental note to have it repaired as soon as possible...3 months later it's still dripping. Each time that I've attempted to make the call I freeze. The thought of a stranger coming into my space is too much for me right now. The move was stressful enough and I still feel like I'm recovering from the strain.
So, I wrapped the offending tap in sticky tape for the meantime, and have learned to live with the faint sound of tapping.
Around 3am I was awoken my a frantic tapping. I scolded myself for not getting it repaired sooner and tried to ignore it. Just as I closed my eyes It dawned on me that the sound wasn't coming from the bathroom but from the kitchen. So I quickly got out of bed to see if I had a flood.
The kitchen tap was fine, as I got closer It dawned on me that the tapping was more like a scratching.
Then I saw it. A small black winged creature struggling to climb out of the washing up bowl. I couldn't see it completely because a pink bowl and a large silver frying pan was in it. I'd made scrambled eggs earlier the previous day and left the pan to soak in 3 inches of water.
I slowly lifted the items out thinking whatever it was, was a moth? It turned out to be a baby bat. I was absolutely shell shocked. The kitchen window is always left open, so he/she must have climbed in through the gap. How he/she landed up in the bowl is a mystery.
It was obviously too wet to fly and I was frightened of it. Yes...ridiculous, I know. For about 30 seconds I just stood fixed to the spot.
The bat continued to scratch and paddle around the bowl. Up until this point, the bat had been so absorbed in trying to escape, my presence had gone unnoticed. I watched it wondering what to do...I didn't want to catch rabies. Just as I though this, the bat turned and saw me. It's reaction has deeply unnerved me so much that I've been unable to return to sleep.
She/he looked me straight in my eyes and immediately froze. Something passed between us...It's hard to describe. I don't keep pets, I find them cute but don't like poop.
The look bore right through me, and has left me feeling sick to my stomach.
It was a moment I'll never forget, which is completely stupid because it was just a baby bat.
Anyway, I carefully picked up the bowl before it eventually drowned, and tipped it into the grass in my garden. Four hours have passed and I still feel like I'm going to be sick.
Eye contact has never had that effect on me before.
