I have a thing about rodents – Rats, rat bats fall in that category. When I was married we had for about two years lived in Harkers Hall in St Catherine. The house was a decrepit kind of thing sitting on one acre of land. It was abandoned for some time and was overridden with rats – eeeew. One night I came home and there I was peacefully minding my own business and opening my front door when somethng landed in my hair. Upon realising that it was a rat ( not mouse) I am sure that my scream could have been heard in Negril. They were eventually brought undre control with the introduction of Briggs & Stratton – my two kittens – both of whom lived a merry life – that is – until they met Dasher my dog.
In addition to that the house had no back door – just a grill. There was a rat bat that would fly through the grill and (apparently when the house was unoccupied) would fly through the front door to the breadfruit tree. In addition the chair that I loved to sit in to watch TV was placed almost in his flight path. So there I was peacefully watching TV when I felt my hair buzzed and heard a resounding crash in the front door. The damn bat flew through my hair and apparently had a sore throat ( remember they find obstacles by emitting sound waves) because it crashed into the front door. Next morning we could nto find him. It happened again the next night and we christened him Laryngitis Larry. After a few days of this effontery – I covered the grill with mosquito mesh and no more of that.
Another rat bat incident was at my home – I was going out and so decided to kotch on the toilet seat to clean my shoes (all the necesary implements were locaetd in the bathroom) – So there I was peacefully brushing away when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. When I took a second look there were three such flying rodents hanging upside down over my bath. Well I forgot about shoes et al and made a hasty exit out of the apartment. I called my brother on the phone. The conversation:
Self: Hey mi need you help!!
Chris: Why?
Self: Mi need you fi get three rat bat outa mi bathroom
Chris: (laughing) mi busy!
Self: – I don’t ****)(& care – find youself home and help mi – puleez
He came to my rescue, demolished my bathroom but managed to chase the bats out of my house. He was not pleased that I took him from his task of “lyricsing off a chick” but what the heck.
