Don't cross mama grizzly
Monday, January 10, 2011 at 7:56PM 
In the afterglow of the Packer's big playoff win, I help my wife for a few minutes this afternoon in the attic, where she wants to locate and move down our collection of nice wooden blocks for our youngest girls to play with.
Anyway, we're up there moving these Rubbermaid tubs around, and as I bend down to the floor to pick up a piece of loose paper, I notice this amazingly realistic rubber bat figure lying on its back, wings spread, mouth agape, eyes wide open, etc., and I think to myself, "God, we have some stunningly good animal figures."
Until I realize this one is breathing hard.
I start to exclaim, "I think that's a ba-"
From over my shoulder, where Vonne is standing up on some tubs to access upper shelves of storage, a purple Rubbermaid tub comes flying by to land with a deadening thud on top of the prostrate bat.
I correct myself: "uh . . . a dead bat."
If I had thought about it, I would have been more spooked, but I grew up around them and we often had them in our house during summer nights. I was even bitten by one once, being forced to take the rabies series of shots. I was later bitten by an actual rabid dog, forcing a second round.
I did all that, to include being hit by a speeding car in the street in front of my house, before the age of five - permanently skewing my sense of personal danger. Now the father of six, I try to temper my type T personality (as in, thrill seeker), as my children routinely accuse me of trying to kill them atop mountains, in heavy surf, and so on.
But I learned something today about my wife: watch for the quick strike if you threaten her in her house!
Reader Comments (2)
I was later bitten by an actual rabid dog
Gee, that might explain a lot! :-) :-)
Tom, back in the days when I scraped a living of of the restaurant trade I worked a pace in Sydney that has one of this countries best dining view, ( when next in Sydney let me know, I'll hook you up) we had a lovely American lady in from DC, who while chatting to her waiter remarked that the lovely slow moving bird over the harbour Bridge we just delightful. Said waiter informed said lady as to the fact they they were Australia's notoriously bad tempered flying foxes or fruit bats, said lovely lady from DC asked for a table inside post haste.
Glad to here that Vonne can channel her inner ninja when the Barnett homestead is under threat.