The other morning I went outside and saw a brown blob near the door so went for a closer look and saw it was a bat. Frieda tried to sniff it, but I said “Leave it!” and she listened, so we came into the house as I pondered what to do about the bat. I was reluctant to try to pick it up with the shovel in case it wasn’t really dead.
I did some watering and came in for a break and so Frieda took the opportunity to be picked up and put on my lap where she likes to bite my nose and chin. She has a long pointy nose and she likes to poke it into eyes and use her tongue to enter mouths as quick as a wink.
I put her down after a few minutes of this assault, and idly looked out the kitchen window expecting to see the bat, but it was gone. I then freaked as I wondered if Frieda had eaten it, then spread her rabies-filled filth over my face.
It didn’t take me long to blame George the cat for bringing this bat as he’s a voracious hunter, and is covered in sores and scabs all spring and summer long from his battles with cats and birds. I Googled rabies, and thought maybe the cat should be vaccinated.
I e mailed the vet who replied any pet that came into contact with the bat should be vaccinated, but I replied I didn’t know which pet, if any came in contact. I also said I didn’t know for sure if it was eaten by a bird, or if it wasn’t really dead and flew away.
After that I went into a frenzy of yes, the cat’s going to get vaccinated and no, that’s too toxic for the cat. So I decided my best course of action would be research. Luckily at my age I have amassed a small team of professionals at my disposal.
In total I canvassed two pharmacists, one RN, two chiropractors, a Reiki master and a retired GP. All felt the odds of rabies was quite low, and so after two days of wrestling with my conscience, I did nothing at all. To date, we’re all still alive, no one foaming at the mouth.
Although I might have to amend that somewhat, given the rabid response I’ve had toward the City of Kelowna. We were on the South East Kelowna Irrigation District for decades, but now have been taken over by the City, and in their first year of trying to manage this area, we were given no notice or explanation and put on one day a week water restrictions.
I attended the council meeting on Monday, and you’ll have to excuse me but the only apt term I can find to describe it would be a shit show. The mayor and council happily take the word of their manager and not a soul says to this person, “But with 86 million dollars, if nothing else, surely you could’ve afforded better communication with the residents.” But no.
And so what does one do in this dire situation? I got a recommendation for a well driller, and in about two months I’m going to have my very own well. If you knew the quandary I was in about the bat, and then the water restrictions, I think you’d be very happy and proud to know I’ve made it through both still sane.