BAT TV

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. 

the Ol'Buzzard