A few weeks ago, we had an incident with a bat in our house. A little background info – my host mom is not so fond of animals (of any kind), in fact, she’s kind of afraid of them. It’s not abnormal for a bird or two to fly into the apartment searching for food, but it’s always pretty easy to shoo them outside through the windows. But, not always.
I came home one night after work and began having my normal evening conversation with my host mom. Casual right? Then something flew past my head.”Oh, it’s a bird!”, I thought.
My host mom screamed and crouched behind the kitchen counter and I ducked as the creature did circles around the living room, refusing to land and dipping low and sporadically, almost hitting me more than a few times. Finally I yelled down for the watch man with one Hindi word I know by heart “Chidiya!” (little bird) and he came waddling up the stairs to help us.

He grabbed two brooms and I lay laughing on the living room floor as our friendly and aging Nepalese watchman jumped around the living room at 9:30 at night on a Tuesday trying to catch a bat while my host mom sat hiding in the kitchen. Only in India right?

It was a funny incident and a good story but I didn’t second guess the episode

For Halloween, my dad sent me these cute little paper bat decorations.
I stuck all 12 of them up and was okay with the fact that at least one would blow down everyday because of the fan. On Halloween night I came home at 1 am, and sat down on my bed. Something fell off of the wall and I thought “Ugh not again”. It was only when it started to flop around did I realize that it wasn’t a paper bat.. I froze and watched as the bat flopped across my bedroom floor and slid under the crack in the door. For 30 seconds I sat staring thinking “what….?” – then I finally opened my door and walked out into the living room just in time to see the bat flop a bit and slide under the front door and outside.

The next morning I woke up and told my host mom what had happened. She commented how strange it was that in 20 years of living in her house, a bat had never entered before I arrived. Now there had been two in the span of a month.. This made me think of how my mom googles the symbolism of weird events that happen in her life.
So what did I do? Google the significance of bats of course.

“Bat’s wisdom include rebirth, initiation, viewing past lives, pollination of new ideas, transition, and understanding grief.
Here they confront their fears and are reborn without their old identities. Bats help us to release fear and patterns which no longer fits within our pattern of growth.
Bat flying into your life signifies that transformation of the ego self is about to occur, the end of a way of life and the start of another. This transition can be very frightening for many, even just to think about. But you will not grow spiritually until you let go these old parts of you that are NOT NEEDED. Facing the darkness before you will help you find the light in rebirth. The bat gives you the wisdom required to make the appropriate changes for the birthing of your new identity.
Bat are extremely adaptable. All that has to do with them from their senses, feeding, flight and mating to size is perfectly matched to their particular environment. The message for you here may be to assess your surroundings to see what bounty is there for you for the taking, and then adapting/changing patterns so you can receive it.
Unbalanced bats will get ‘scrambled’ and perplexed, flying into things. Are you coming up against obstacles as you try and get what you need and want in life? If so the message for you here may be for you to take a step back to re-gain your bearings and decide the importance of what you are seeking.”

If this isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.

Maybe I should go by little bat now?

xoxo, little bird

One thought on “Bat Shit Crazy

  1. This post reminded me of the chidiya that I found frantically flying around our Drawing space when I woke up one morning! Nobody knows how it got inside.

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