The original Batman...
the bat...
my batman...my hero...who saved me from attack by the bat...
We were up Friday night, just casually enjoying a glass of wine...when something flew through the living room...we weren't sure what it was at first...a bird? a bat? We finally determined it was a bat... and my Batman leaped to his feet, grabbed his batbroom, and took a dynamic swing (or it could have been a dozen swings) at the intruder...
BAM! It landed with a resounding THUD on the kitchen floor...
My baby boy, my hero in disguise...he swept the intruder into a box...
all in a days work...
R.I.P.
4 comments:
We have a bat cat, rather than a bat broom. Cinderclaws is really great at catchin' em! One night she brought one over to me for a gift but she didn't tell me. Unfortunately I woke up and stepped on my little kitty present. Squish!
Laner
Grute, I can only imagine the courage that took. I can tell by the pictures it must have been a vicious fight, man against beast. Your gladiator stance shows the pride of a true warrior. Great job.
Josh
I'm glad I wasn't still awake or I would have screamed and woken everyone up! Lindsey
I have 2 things to say...
#1: Rolling up the pants was a bad idea
#2: There's a little captain in all of us
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