The Masai

We battled another bat last night. Cass was the one who spotted it in our living room, she quickly found the man of the house and told him about the flying rodent that was trapped in our home. Tom didn't yell, "every man for himself", but it would have been appropriate with how quickly he fled and shut himself in the back room. I have no room to talk, I got myself under my mosquito net and wouldn't come out. Zach, ever the thinker, went to seek help. He knew with both parents shaking in fear there was a good chance we might turn the house over to the bats and seek alternative refuge. Zach's solution was to bring in the big guns, he called upon the Masai (Julius). For those of you who don't know, The Masai people are a tribe in Africa that are known for being fierce warriors. In order to become a Masai warrior you have to kill a lion with a spear, let's just say Julius has killed two. People in Kenya use Masai as guards because all the other tribes are scared of them. Julius came into our house in a flash and was prepared for battle. He was armed with only a Masai blanket, but the way he twisted it, it became a lethal weapon. He ran after that bat like it his life depended on it; like he had a score to settle. He did some ninja moves that we aren't likely to forget in this lifetime. Zach had given Julius a job to do and he wasn't going to stop until the bat was gone, or my house was trashed (which ever came first). At one point, Tom emerged from his hiding place in the back to see what was happening. The bat seemed to have "Tomdar", he immediately locked onto to him and flew straight for his head. I'm pretty sure that was the point when I heard a high pitched scream come from the man I love, followed by the sound of running and the door slamming ( this is all speculation, seeing as he won't admit to anything ). I don't blame him for not admitting to it, how does one explain to a warrior that a little bat makes you run in fear. Julius looked at Tom with the obvious disgust of one who has gone up against much larger game, Tom trying to hang on to his last sherd of dignity stated the obvious, "I just don't like bats." Enough said, no further explanation needed, the Masai went back to work. A few minutes later Julius was victorious, He held the bat in his hand and offered us his kill. I felt like it was pretty obvious that we did not wish to keep the bat, alive or dead. Maybe he was being nice, thinking that we could stuff the bat and keep it as a symbol of bravery, we could boast of our great hunt to all who came over (conveniently leaving out some important details). Maybe he was just trying to show us that what made us run in fear was a tiny rodent with large wings. Whatever the reason we declined our bat trophy and are once again a bat-less house....at least for now.