the rat, the bat,

About a month ago, Yaya was cleaning her room and I heard this shriek followed by her frantically calling her brother’s name. Since she wasn’t calling me, I felt I will wait and see what is going on.
Her brother went to her room and I could hear both of them mumbling and things being moved.
Then I heard my son laughing .
“Mom” He screamed “You got to come and see this”
I went inside to see what is going on to find my son holding a black socks and laughing and his sister is practically bashing him and pleading with him not to tell anyone.
The story was, while cleaning her room, Yaya found ‘this’ dead rat under her bed!!!! and was getting her brother to help her remove the dead rat..
And now, nobody calls it socks anymore. Mom,where is my dead rat? is the usual dialogue each morning ( and one might wonder what my neighbours think about us)

Few days ago, I wanted to finish reading The litigators ( John Grisham) and I was a bit thirsty and thought I would make myself a cup of tea ( at 3 am!)
It was so quiet and I was trying not to make any noise while I slowly stirred the sugar and I heard this mighty crash, door being slammed, screeching, someone running to my room and then slamming the door and more screaming. (It is still a miracle how I didn’t spill my tea.)
I was frozen to the spot. For the love of mankind, I hadn’t the slightest clue what in the world was going on.
Then I heard more noise and the bhootham came to the kitchen, banging everything on her way ( Yaya is blind as a bat and a known calamity Jane and a walking disaster) and still screaming..
“Mom, what are you doing in the kitchen? Why are you awake now? Why were you not in your bed? there is a bat in my room” all in one breath
“Mom do something” She was now dragging me to her room
“wait, what bat?” I asked
“There is a bat in my room Mom” She was getting agitated by the seconds
Logically speaking, there is no chance that a bat could enter her room.
At 3 am, there is no time for logic.
So I grabbed my rolling pin for protection ( those who laugh at me will turn in to toads, I swear)
Like Poirot, we, the world famous bat exterminators armed with rolling pin opened the door slowly.
“look” Yaya pointed to the corner of her room
I looked..
I switched on the light
“Mom, don’t switch on the light, she screamed
I couldn’t stop laughing, which made my child look at the bat
a piece of crepe paper , that was stuck at the end of the tape, which she has forgotten to remove after her Halloween party!!

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