Afterwards we have a bonding moment.
She told me after I was awake, downstairs and was cleaning blood off the bat whacker that she heard my grandson fussing in his portable and she got up to have a look see at him. She was leaning over him when WHAP! She gets it upside the head by an unknown flying object. She turns around and sees it's my nemesis, THE BAT!
Daughter: "I wouldn't have been out for blood until it did that, but now it made it PERSONAL." My sweet daughter hollered up the stairs at me at 4:00 this morning
She threw open the door, and propped the screen door open. With the broom in hand she followed it into the kitchen and watched in disgust as it flew upstairs where I was sleeping. Knowing how I am, she threw up this warning to me:
"Momma, GIT UP! there's a b-a-t up there and I'm out to kill that motherfucker!"
I took my natural stance in such a crisis. Cowardly cowering under the covers, pillow over my face, and shouted to her, "DO IT!"
I heard the fuss in the little bedroom. I heard her curses, "Die motherfucker die!" Sensing the swiftness of the demise of the winged heathen, I got out of the bed...tippytoed and with utmost fear in my voice asked her, "Did ya kill it baby?" Bat pulp smeared the floor and walls of the little bedroom upstairs when she was done. She was in an adrenaline rush and with arm pumping the air the yelled, "Hell YEAH! It's a dead motherfucker now Momma!" I gave her a towel and she scooped up the semi-liquid remains and we headed downstairs. Pats on the back and much adoration thrown her way, I thought, "That damn thing should never have messed with a very tired, very pregnant, very pissed off woman! YEAH!"
I forgave her unladylike language. She had slain the beast that stalked me, the same one I thought had flown out the door last night.
She is my Hero.
and I am smiling...
love me later ~ tj
