
The Visitor
May 14, 2008Ah, the joys of napdom. What a treasure it is when a busy Mom squeezed a few moments from a day to snuggle under a blanket and check out the inside of her eyelids. My naps are few and far between. Yesterday, my little guy ended up with a late nap and my big guy begged to watch a show. My weary body relented to his pleas, and I found my self tucked in for 30 minutes of repose. Ahhhh!
Just as the thoughts running through my head began to take a path of their own leading me to dreamland, I heard a small rustle in the mini blinds on our front window. I knew the window was cracked, so assumed, the wind. As I tried to get back to my dream-to-be, another rustle jarred me away. I peeked my eyes open to see what was making that noise. Even from my prone position, I knew that something was lurking behind the blinds.
Flashback, 1998, Richmond, VA. A rustle in our bathroom blinds during the middle of the night draws me to peek out the bathroom window, only to be greeted by a bat - flying strait at me. Can you say scream! I dived in the shower and Gil came racing to see what my peril might be. He swooped forward with a towel to scoop up the areal rodent and release him back into his domain.
Gil is no where to be found. He’s not even done with work yet. It’s all me baby. Please don’t let it be a bat.
I lurk towards the window, trying to peek between the slats to see what it could possibly be. A mouse? A snake? A really big bug? A lizard. It was most certainly a lizard, and I most certainly was on my own to dispose of it.
I went downstairs and retrieved an old peanut butter jar from the recycle bin. The key element of this hunt - no touching allowed. Yuk. I slowly raised the blinds to the midway point on the hanging window and then above the location of my visitor. There he sat, uncertain, I was sure of what was going on. I tried to scoop him without allowing him to fall to the floor. Instead he got stuck in the partially open window and then crawled strait up the glass. Somehow, I tapped the jar near him and he fell in. On went the lid. Yuk. Yuk. Triple Yuk.
I descended the stairs victorious, and shared my catch briefly with my oldest son. Then we released him back to the wild to catch more bugs in our garden.
My next task - exploring the window to see how he got in. The screen were up, but then I noticed that there is a brushy type thing on the edge of the window that is supposed to keep things out of the open window. It would be easy enough for my little visitor to push his way through the brushy stuff and into the house. I guess he crawled up the side of the house onto the window and just kept crawling, not realizing where his path took him.
I closed and locked both of the windows.
And the excitement of the the day’s catch drew my 4-year-old from the TV and transformed him into a bouncing splendor of boyish joy. Which meant, the moment of napdom was snatched away by a little brown visitor.





