I HAVE a habit and it's one I'm not exactly proud of.... I laugh when I see people in a state of panic. It makes me chuckle, I can't help it.
Take this morning for example. While I was downstairs serving up breakfast I heard the shower start to run and then the sound of the door closing tight. I have only ever heard my husband shriek twice over the past 15-odd years - the first time was when he discovered a mouse in the fridge, tucking into our stash of Lurpak and fine selection of breaded hams.
This morning, I heard that very same "whoah" that had us all stopping in our tracks to race up the stairs at breakneck speed. Not easy on a spiral staircase, I almost wrapped my 1.83m frame right around it.
Upon closer inspection, the children discovered that dad had company in the shower. There, all wet and scared in the corner of the tray was a bat. He was running a little late for a Halloween prank but still managed to scare the hell out of husband. So what do I do .... I laugh!
The boys have had endless amounts of bats of the plastic variety over the years but when faced with the real McCoy, they went to pot, only just managing a peep around the back of the shampoo bottle to see what all the fuss was about.
Our little furry, leathery-winged friend was carefully picked up with a towel and taken outside to fly off and wake up his kinfolk who were probably in the land of nod after a night around the town.
Always said it was a bit batty in our house.
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