A Paper Tiger

Today the score became Jarrod 5, Bats 0. At about 5:30 this morning the dogs were rustling and I heard the sound of bat squeaks in the hall outside my room. I thought, “yay.”

His under the blankets until I could get my eyes to adjust and I saw Ginny and Burton chasing the bat around and hitting it to the ground. At one point I heard the bat squeaks stop and then Burton lazily hopped up onto the bed and laid down, with a bat wing hanging out of his mouth. He just shoved it all in there. I yelled at him to drop it, which he did, on the bed right in front of me.

That’s the most exciting part of the story so I’ll leave it at that.