Keith vs. Bat

Let me cut to the chase...

Last night, I went down to the basement to retrieve my last load of laundry; before I could do that, though, I had to fight a bat.

My basement:


So as I approached the door, I saw what I thought was a bird flying around at the far end of the basement. I guess I thought it was weird that a bird was down there, but it didn't bother me enough to not go in and get my laundry. I knew enough to keep my eye on it as I attempted to make my way to the dryer, and this is the series of thoughts that followed:

"That bird keeps flying into our storage units"
"That bird doesn't make any noise when it flies"
"That bird is coming toward me at an alarming rate"
"That bird is a bat."

So the thing starts friggin dive-bombing me, and all I have to defend myself is the empty laundry basket I brought to pick up the clothes. I took a couple of swipes at the air, and then let the bat come at me, connecting with it with a two-handed laundry basket thrust. It fell to the floor (not in the least bit dead, mind you), and I ran away.

I got back outside of the door, and watched the bat retreat to the far side, where I originally spotted it. I guess I lost track of it, so I composed myself for a moment, trusted that it wasn't going to bother me again (or that I was capable of again fighting it off), and ran in to get our laundry...

When I got back upstairs, Sarah was sleeping, so I folded the laundry on top of her.

It's worth mentioning that I was wearing a shirt with a bat on it when this happened; clearly this showdown was meant to take place.

Oh, and Sarah blogged about this too.