JM’s Journal: Overcoming My Fears


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Overcoming My Fears

Dealing with a Bat in My House

by J.M. Troppello


I was minding my own business washing dishes in the kitchen. My husband had gone to bed a few hours earlier since he had to get up early for work. I had my earbuds in my ears as I watched a show on my tablet so the noise from the TV wouldn’t wake him up.


That’s when it happened.


I turned around to put away some dishes and something about 6 inches wide with wings flew at my head. Shock surged through me. I ducked. Then I turned back to the sink, and it came at my head again.


I screamed and then yelled, “There’s a bird in the house!”


The commotion startled my husband. I felt bad that my screaming woke him up. However, I was so glad that he came immediately to my rescue.


He rubbed his eyes. He asked, “What happened? Are you okay?”


I quickly explained that there was a bird or something in the kitchen. He groggily searched the room. I cautiously looked around too. Then I spotted the creature perched on top of the curtain rod by the kitchen window.


I didn’t even wait to see what happened next. I high-tailed it out of the kitchen and ran into the bedroom. I quickly shut the door.


Absentmindedly, I remembered that I still had the earbuds in my ears and could hear the show playing in the background of my panicked confusion.


It seemed like forever passed by as I waited in the bedroom. I listened as his heavy footsteps moved around the kitchen. I heard the notification on my phone signaling that he’d turned the house alarm off. I’d guessed that He’d captured the creature.


About a minute later, I heard a knock on the bedroom door. I wondered why he knocked. Later on, when I’d shared this incident with my sister, she said, “Maybe he thought you’d hit him with something when he came in since you thought the bird or whatever it was would fly in the room.”


Back to the conversation with my husband. He said, “I took care of it.”


I took out my earbuds and asked, “What was it? Was it a bird?”


He shook his head. “It was a bat.”


That nearly sent me over the edge again. He hugged me. He said, “I put it in a trash bag and threw it outside for now. Some moths flew inside. Sorry about that.”


I could tell he was still sleepy. I thanked him and gave him some lavender oil to rub on his neck so he could fall asleep again.


I cautiously walked back to the kitchen and took a deep breath. I still had some more dishes to clean and had to make the lunches for the next day.


Of course, I still felt rattled and sat down on the sofa for a few minutes. I texted my sister to share what had just happened. We texted back and forth for a bit. Then I put on some Young Living Stress Relief oil and finished cleaning the dishes and making lunches before watching some TV.


The Next Day


I had wondered how the bat had gotten into the house.


Last week, my husband had said he’d seen a dead bat in one of the bait boxes up in the attic. He’d placed them around up there to catch any mice.


Apparently, bats like peanut butter because that’s what he used as bait in the traps.


He’d seen the dead bat when he’d gone up to the attic to get our suitcase and carry-on bag for our recent trip to North Carolina.


During our phone call, while he was on lunch break, he said, “I think I know how the bat got in the house.”


“How?”


“I’d left the attic door open for a few minutes that day when I got the luggage.”


I thought back to that day. I remember that he’d told me about the dead mouse and dead bat up in the attic. For a fleeting second, I remembered that I’d been worried that some creature might get out of the attic while the door was left open. However, I’d been so busy getting stuff ready to bring on the trip that I quickly moved on from that thought and never shut the door. I figured nothing was going to happen and he’d be down from the attic soon.


Then the realization hit me.


“Are you saying that the bat was in the house for the 5 days we were gone? That means it was in here for the last day and a half once we got back, without us knowing about it!”


Just the thought of that freaked me out!


The Moral of This Story


Always keep your attic doors closed.


Seriously though, God has definitely been helping me overcome my fears during the last two years. What fears are those, you may be thinking?


Fears of insects and rodents.


We’ve had to deal with wolf spiders, beetles, and yellow jackets in the house, attic, and garage. And I have a HUGE fear of spiders! We’ve also had to deal with mice, rats, and bats in the attic.


I guess that’s one pitfall of living in an older house in the country.


Our next house is definitely going to be a new one that is built or an older one that is renovated very well. I’m just glad my husband was home, and I didn’t have to deal with the bat on my own.


I’d love to know about your stories of fears that you’ve had to overcome.

 

About the Author


J.M. Troppello at Mustard Seed Sentinel

J.M. Troppello is an author, writer, and poet. She is the publisher of the online Christian lifestyle magazine, Mustard Seed Sentinel.


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