Saturday, July 30, 2016
I don't often write about my personal feelings; but today I actually feel bad - guilty.
A few days ago a bat came down our chimney and ended up in the wood stove. The cats were delighted with Bat TV.
The last time this happened I put on a heavy pair of gloves, carefully opened the door to the wood stove, and the bat came charging out. My wife was terrified, the cat went into a hunting mode and I was finally able to grab the bat when it lit in the corner near the ceiling; so I took it outside and let it loose.
This time my wife was decisive: leave it alone. She is possibly right, as bats along with skunks are the major carriers of rabies here in Maine.
So the bat lasted three days. It's dead and I feel guilty. I do eat meat, but I don't like personally killing an animal (though I was an aggressive hunter for most of my life.) My agreement to leave the bat in the stove to die was cruel in my view - and I don't feel good about it.
But, the cats did enjoy it. They can't figure out why the show is over.