While I was writing Bat: A Powerful Pagan Symbol, I thought of my “bat experiences.” I think bats are cute, but don’t appreciate their flying near my face. When they walk, they remind me of mice with capes.
My grandmother had a bat that hung upside-down, hibernating, between her window and the storm window. It moved from time to time, then flew away in spring.
My first in-home encounter with a bat was when my son was fifteen. I noticed something flying about. At first, I thought it was a huge moth. Then, I realized what it really was! I yelled to my son about the bat. He threw me his fishing net, a dowel and an Army helmet.
The next encounter was years later. I worked on a psychic line then and was talking to a client. We weren’t allowed to end calls for any reason. The bat kept swooping at my face. Later, I opened the bathroom window and chased the bat in there. It finally left.
The last was when I was temporarily staying at a place until I could find an apartment. I finished drawing a picture of a bat when my roommate talked in her sleep, something about a bat being in the room. Odd…. As strange as it was, it was even eerier when I saw a bat flitting in our room.
I knew we had to open the hall window, but there was a heavy air-conditioner in it. Another woman brought her stepson and his friend over to trap the bat. It bit one of them. Before they told me about the bite, the boys opened the window and the bat was gone. I told the boy he had to get rabies shots, just in case.