A dead bat, dead bugs and now I'm in bed

This afternoon, my father was in a foul bad. Miscommunication arose when my father told my mother about a man coming to look at our water system. There are items in front of the water system. They needed to be moved. My mom thought my dad was going to move them. My dad thought my mom was going to move them. At the end of it all, there was loud shouting and dissatisfaction felt between both parties.

I do not like conflict. I do not like people arguing. I will go out of my way to resolve a bad situation. There was a heap of light items which needed to be organized and grouped together in front of the water system. A few items could be thrown in the trash, and some items just needed to find a new home in the attic. With the exception of moving the items to the attic, I knew I could quickly group the items together and put them in a more organized heap away from the water system.

I headed out to the garage. I immediately got to work throwing some empty plastic water bottles into the recycling bin. I grouped together some small empty pots. There was some light-weight netting which I crumpled up into a ball and put in a plastic bag. My dad joined me and helped with the quick project. I asked him to put some of the items on a shelf.

As items were moved, I looked with great shock at a large lifeless butterfly with fang teeth and a fury body. Immediately I told my dad to stand back and get a broom. I told my dad there was a dead bat on the ground! I then told my dad not to touch the critter and to use only a long handled broom to sweep the dead thing directly into the trash bin. My dad did as I told him, and soon the area was free and clear of both the bat and some dirt.

And just like that, the area in front of the water system was cleared away. The area could have been sorted, organized and cleaned up more, but I was exhausted. A few minutes of moving around is all this girl can tolerate. As soon as I started moving, chest pain nearly sent me crashing to the ground and continued to plague me every time I moved.

I retreated to the house. I went to the fridge to get an apple before going to bed. As I looked on the window sill, there were hundreds of ants streaming into the room from a tiny crack in the window sill. Their final destination was a plastic planter with some newly sprouted plants. I was horrified. I was concerned about the little seedlings. I lifted up one seedling pod and underneath there was a nest of ants!!! I quickly washed off the seedling and moved the pod to an empty plastic container. I then washed off and moved the other seedlings. The planter was full of ants and larvae! I rinsed out the planter outside. Hundreds of ants met their demise.

I came back inside and went to bed for the rest of the day. That is more excitement than I care to have. My poor heart is tired and screaming in pain, but at least the conflict has been resolved. My mom made supper. My dad ate it. Now they seem to be at peace again...and if they are at peace so am I. Good night and Happy New Year!

"If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone." (Romans 12:18)