This New Year's Eve @ 10 pm, Dave & I were nodding off on the sofa when suddenly we heard two LOUD thump-thumps accompanied by much crashing about, then I saw Bat furiously zoom by. She came to a screeching halt in the middle of the kitchen floor, tail twitching furiously. Jumped up to look & saw something long & brown hanging from her mouth. Said to Dave, "Oh no, she's gonna eat a shoelace?!!" And THEN realized what it was ... & screeched: "Dave, Dave! SHE HAS A MOUSE!!!"
So he jumped up, too ... and I could not believe how strong Bat-Bat is! It took BOTH of us to pin her down so that Dave could carefully extract the mouse from her mouth. (At this point she's growling like a cougar

, mouse tightly clamped in her jaws like she's some sort of Venus fly-trap, and the full length of her tail puffed up like a big, fat bottle-brush.)
Talk about a crazy start

to 2016: First thing in the morning, she eats part of a Christmas ribbon

... then she ends the day by catching a MOUSE! I was so floored at the skill level of the ol' girl that I almost forgot to be upset that there had been a mouse
inside my house. (This was a first for us.)
After everybody's adrenaline levels were back to normal, I whipped out the vacuum & vac'd the whole place with a vengeance (not that it needed it; I'd just done that a couple of days before), but just because ... well, ick - there'd been a stinkin'
rodent in my house

. I even vacuumed every inch of Bat-Bat. (Believe it or not, she actually
loves this: I use the little round dusting brush on her! We have a Miele canister vac; so incredibly quiet, yet really sucks - in the best sense.)
So ... I certainly everyone else's New Year's Day was rodent-free!
