I don’t normally freak out, but this time was different…
So I was down at our Bible Institute cleaning out a closet.
I found some boxes of old curriculum, which contained some tell-tail signs of
mice. I could see that some pages were scratched and shredded with a few
droppings nearby. However, I could not see the bottom of the box, so I didn’t
know if there we any mice ready to pop out at me. Admittedly, my nerves were a little keyed
up and I had a little bit of adrenaline pumping. I kicked the boxes out of the
closet and into the classroom – after that I was pretty satisfied that nothing
would jump out at me. I was wrong. So very wrong.
Next thing on my to-do list was to shuffle some books
around. I needed to move some books from the closet to the bookshelves in the
classroom next door. But the books were very tall, so I took just one of them
across the hall to see if it would fit on those bookshelves. The tall books
only fit on top shelf of the bookcase, but that would be sufficient. So,
without a care in the world, I casually made by way back across the hall
towards the closet.
Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a shadow that
seemed out of place. In the hallway, there is a shelf just above eye-level and
the shadow was just below it. Nonchalantly, I turned my head to see what might
cast such a shadow. There hung a bat, mere inches from my eye-ball.
It’s a good thing the Bible Institute has high ceilings
because I jumped. After the initial shock wore off and I came to the
realization that the devil beast of the night was not, in fact, clawing at my
face or sucking my blood, I found I still needed to sit down for a few
seconds to collect my thoughts. I took a few deep breaths and called
fellow-missionary Joan to ask, “I found a bat and it’s not trying to kill me,
but how do I get rid of it?” Her advice was to call for Bertin.
I asked the guard and the Bertin at the blind center to
come over and give me a hand with the “chauve-souris” (that how you say “evil
flying rodent” in French). Showing no fear, he snuck up behind the bat and
clubbed it to death. That works. Thanks Bertin, you’re the man.