Friday, October 12, 2012

I Wish She Could Have Believed In Her Own Words.

After getting the boys off to school today, (and before crawling back into bed, and into the flu-induced coma that has kept me home from work all week), I took the time to watch the video of Amanda Todd.

Amanda is the 15yr old girl from Port Coquitlam, B.C, who took her life this week, because she was being horribly bullied and tormented and blackmailed online.

This is a tragedy, that should NOT have happened!

This bullying insanity, HAS to STOP!  NOW!!!!!


Before you go all, 'Oh come on!  We were bullied as kids, bullying has been around forever' on me ... yes and no.

Yes, kids have always (and sadly, most likely always will) endured 'some' form of bullying.

But, the rules have changed.

The playing field, unfamiliar territory for many parents, unfortunately.


When *I* was a kid, teasing and tormenting took place on the schoolground, in the form of mean spirited jokes, whispers, taunting and shoving, or went in the opposite direction of entire exclusion from anything and everything.

It happened through notes, passed from one hand to the other in the classroom, that spread the latest rumour about that week's 'target'.

If you attended the same extracurricular activities as your tormentors, it usually carried over into that situation, in some form, as well.


However, once you were home.  You were safe.

Safe from those determined to make you feel like crap.

Those who, for some reason, seemed hell bent on crushing your spirit.


Home was safe.

Except for your own thoughts of course.  Couldn't escape those.

But from the verbal and physical attacks ... safe.

Oh, and except for prank calls, too.  Those sucked.



OUR kids?

Nope.  Different mindset.

Nowadays, it seems cruel is cool.

So to speak.

The crueler the better.


And our kids are immersed it in.  EVERYWHERE they go.

Long gone are the notes from hand to hand.

Those rumours are spread to hundreds or thousands, in the blink of an eye, through one quick text message.

Now there's sexting and online flashing.

Physical attacks are now gangstyle, and involve weapons, not fists.


Home, with internet access, and cell phones with texts, is no longer safe.

The onslaught of message after message after message.

The little 'ding' of each one's arrival.

Constant.

Relentless.

And a totally different form of downright harassment than we ever had to face.



Telling a classmate, 'Nobody likes you, you stink like poo!', is one thing.

There were messages left on Amanda's wall, encouraging her to drink bleach and die.

Or to just ... die.

No, some of our youth are taking things to a whole other level.

The laws against cyber harassment like this have to change, to PREVENT this, NOW!


Telling them to disconnect, seems to be the immediate solution thrown out there in the comments I've read.

Maybe.

But really, how realistic is that?  

At SOME point in their lives, our children will be online.

We have to take on the responsibility of showing them how to use it the RIGHT and SAFE way.

Lock down their privacy settings.

Monitor their activity.

Hell, I even listen to the xbox conversations and will yell out an occasional, 'HEY! ENOUGH!' when the line of trash talk gets crossed.


And then, give 'em a kiss and hope for the best that they make the right decisions.

And help them through it when they don't.



Aside from this tragedy itself, what I think has shocked me more today, are the comments I've read on Youtube, Facebook and various news reports of her death.

My thoughts on THOSE, I'll get to in a minute.


However, there was a comment that appeared in many places, that I'd like to tackle immediately.

'Why didn't she try to get help?'

Um ... ok ... you mean other than the two previous suicide attempts, which is a pretty earth shattering SCREAM for help?

She did try.

Five weeks ago, today.

Here.



Now, for those of you who would rather not take the time to watch this video, let me at least provide you with what she hoped to accomplish with it.  

As Amanda describes in those chilling last two sentences of the video description ... 

"I hope I can show you guys that everyone has a story, and everyones future will be bright one day, you just gotta pull through. I'm still here aren't I ?"



As a parent, her story completely terrifies me.  And breaks my heart.

She made a bad decision flashing herself over the webcam.

She was 12.  12, PEOPLE!!!!

 

Kids make mistakes. They post things they shouldn't. Do things online they shouldn't.

But they shouldn't be paying for it with their lives.



And this poor girl can't even get away from their hate, in death.

The negative comments I've seen today have infuriated and sickened me. 

The RIP Amanda Todd Facebook page (no, I'm NOT linking to it, hoping they shut this DOWN!), the multiple other memorial facebook pages, her Youtube video, and various news articles, have people continuing to spew hatred towards Amanda in the comments.

One commentor posted, 'Those who bullied her should be named, and their comments should be posted for all the world to see.'

Um ... go to any Amanda Todd page right now, and you'll see all kinds of hateful comments.

Right there, in black and white.


It's heart-wrenching and heartbreaking to actually SEE ... firsthand, the complete shit this poor girl had to endure.

They're saying she's a whore, slut, brought it on herself, deserved it.

Insanities, such as, 'I like bleach' and 'where's the pic of her tits? 

Laughing at her.  


One commentor was going off, because people were planning parties to celebrate her death.

REALLY?  Parties?  WTF are you people thinking????



And the cruel, hateful, pictures.

Mocking her death. Mocking her life.


Someone even posted 'the' pic of her that the stalker captured and made public.

It really makes me so sad, and disheartened, to see SO much hate, spread across so many mediums.  


 

I don't know how to change things, except to try and keep on top of what my kids are doing online, and know (and if necessary, correct them on), how they're conducting themselves.

Generally stay involved in their lives as much as I can.

And as much as they'll let me ... I guess.


AND ... I can spout my own opinions about this devastating event in my own forums!

One such place, was on both my own boys Facebook pages this morning.

They're used to it.  So are their friends.  I'm occasionally gettin' up in their space over there.

Right after I watched it, and read the accompanying news article, I posted Amanda's video, along with my own personal message, to all their friends:


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KIDS! As parents, we always try to warn you about the dangers of the internet, and that what you post (words and pics) are out there FOREVER!

Amanda Todd found this out the hard way. She was 15, and on Wednesday, she took her own life, because of the bullies who tormented her online, after a pic was posted, she wished she could take back. She couldn't take it back. She made a mistake. And unfortunately, felt she had to pay for it with her life.


THIS SHOULDN'T HAPPEN!!!!


PLEASE be careful online!


And WATCH YOUR WORDS to other kids! If you see someone being bullied, MAKE A DIFFERENCE! Instead of adding to their torture, reach out, HELP THEM!!!

All of you will grow into adults some day. And do you really want to spend your 'adult years' knowing you contributed to someone's death ... by doing nothing, or worse ... by taunting them?


That's alot of guilt to carry. For a very long time.


Do the RIGHT thing, guys. 


Be the generation who makes this change. Make the difference!


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I'm just one voice, one opinion, but if I can get through to ONE kid, I'll take that. 

I hope they 'hear' me.


There are a few other people who'd I'd like to hear me as well ...


To the 'male' who blackmailed Amanda - I hope you understand what you've done.  I hope you understand that, in my opinion, YOU were the catalyst, that launched the series of events leading to Amanda's death.

I hope you understand that blackmail IS a crime.

Child pornography (you DID take her picture ... right?) ... IS a crime.

And bad enough you took the picture, you Jackass, you MASS DISTRIBUTED it!!!!  Another crime!

I hope you understand all this, because you're going to have to live with it in your head, and your heart for a very long time.

Amanda couldn't erase that picture you took, or the slew of hate that was heaped upon her for over a year because of it ... now, let's see you try and erase her blood from your hands.


To the 'guy friend' who betrayed Amanda - I'm curious, was it your 'plan', from the beginning, to get her to have sex with you, specifically to use it against her afterwards?  Or did you just want the sex?

You hurt her.  Bad.  She thought you were her friend.

You're still a young boy, and since I really don't know what your REAL intention was with the hookup, I can only fault you for being a jerk, asshole, douchebag, misguided male, thinking with the wrong head, for screwing around on your girlfriend, AND leading Amanda to believe that you really liked her.

But someday, if that was all you were guilty of, then perhaps you really will understand what true love is, and marry that 'special someone', have kids ... maybe even a daughter that will hopefully mean the world to you.

Now.  Just think about that for a minute.  

Kinda nice, huh?


OK, now, think about what you did to Amanda ... someone else's daughter.

Not such a nice feeling, huh?

I'll leave you with that.


To her friends - I don't mean to sound harsh ... because I know none of your personal relationships with her ... well, ok, maybe the mom in me does want to cut to the chase, harsh or not.

So I HAVE to ask ... if you were her friends, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU when she was getting the shit kicked out of her at school?

Why didn't you get a teacher, or someone, anyone to break it up sooner?

Why didn't you slap the phones out of the hands that were trying to get a 'cool' catfight upload for Youtube?

Why did her dad find her in a ditch hours later?

Why didn't you walk over and get in that freakin' ditch with her!  Talk to her, hug her, make sure she was ok, and then get her ass out of there and either home or to the hospital?


If she had friends, why did she continuously eat lunch alone every day in the library?

One friend was quoted in this article by CTV BC, as saying "It's sad that the world starts listening when someone's already dead."


Yeah.  It IS sad. Isn't it.



To all the people leaving the hateful, disgusting, cruel comments across the social media stratosphere - KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!

You people are making me furious!

And sick!  And I was already sick with this stupid flu, so you're adding to that!

YOU vermin, scumbags, inconsiderate tools are the exact tormentors she couldn't escape!

I REALLY hope any of you that left comments, especially on her personal pages, that 'knew' her, WILL be questioned about the part you played in her death.

And if you're just complete strangers throwing this shit out there, are you simply looking for a reaction?

Otherwise, where does such hatred for a dead child, that you didn't even know, come from?

Get help.  You need it.

And please, STOP PREYING ON OUR YOUTH!
 


To the RCMP division of the Port Coquitlam Police (and BC justice system) - Please ... PLEASE don't let this child die in vain.

If you find, or have already found evidence the events occurred, as she described in her video, people NEED to be arrested.

And more importantly, NEED to be prosecuted, and found GUILTY of something more than a misdemeanor, that will only give them a slap on the wrist, and leave them in society to prey on their next unsuspecting peer.

The alleged blackmailer NEEDS to be held accountable for his actions.

And, with all due respect, I can't understand why charges weren't brought against this person already.  I'm sure you had already traced his IP.  Cybercrime 101.

What were you waiting for?


The girl (and others?) who beat her up at school NEEDS to be held accountable for her/their actions.  That was assault.  

And then, look at her Youtube account, Facebook page.  PEOPLE LEFT COMMENTS TELLING HER TO DIE!!!

Charge them with harassment!

 
We, and I think I definitely CAN speak for more than myself here, NEED to see justice for Amanda.

And EVERY OTHER one of our children who found themselves in the same situation as Amanda.

And did the same thing.
 

We need to see the laws change, so future Amanda's aren't pushed to the point of despair.

We need your help to do this.



A similar case took place in 2010 in the States.

Phoebe Prince

Ring any bells?

 

THOSE kids, the ones on trial for the cyber-bullying, received one year probation and 100 hours community service.


THAT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!!!


WATCH THIS VIDEO!  Listen to the details.  Sound familiar?

It should.

 



The laws need to change, so that kids are actually going to think twice about posting something hateful like 'drink bleach and die!'  .... BEFORE IT HAPPENS!


You KNOW who these people are who made Amanda's life hell, to the point that she completely gave up.

Now, GO GET 'EM, RCMP BOYS & GIRLS!!!!  Please.


To Amanda's family - I am so SO sorry your daughter went through this nightmare.  I truly wish I had seen that video sooner.

I wish she hadn't felt so alone.

I wish she could have believed in her own words.

And with all my heart, I wish you peace, somewhere down the road, and hope you know that, although she may not have felt it worth living for, her life absolutely DID impact others.

Many many many other people's hearts are breaking for her, and for their own daughters, sons, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren.

She WON'T be forgotten.

And I hope, wherever she is, she is feeling the genuine love from her now extended, world-wide family, who are wrapping our arms around her.


To the kids out there who are currently feeling bullied.  At school, online, at home - THERE IS HELP!  Please, please talk to someone.







 Please make that call.


And, I know I'm only some old chick from Canada spouting off, but believe me, PLEASE, what you're in right now, is only one small, shitty chapter of a huge book.

It may feel never ending, but this chapter WILL pass, and the book tends to get better once it does.

 
Don't rip out the next chapters of your book, kids.  Hang in there!

We're listening!  We're out here!  We DO care!


 

Things have to change, people.

We understand, as a society, that we're losing our kids.

Yet, for all our websites, social network pages, and 'anti-bulling' promotion worldwide, it's still happening.

And we're STILL losing our kids.

How do we fix this?

We've tried programs, education, no tolerance policies but yet, Amanda was still tortured online and at school.

HOW DO WE FIX THIS?


I don't know.

I don't know what else to do, other than to keep talking to my own kids and their friends about it.

Which I did.

When they boys got home from school, we watched, we talked, I cried.

They promised they would not get involved with any type of bully-pack-mentality.

Cyber or otherwise.

They both assured me that they would try to help any of their friends they thought were in trouble.

I liked hearing that.

Although I hope they never have to.




Unfortunately, I know one of their mutual friends also made a video, awhile back, along the same lines of Amanda's.

It made me cry, too.

She seems to be doing OK, but I think about her.  And hope for her.

I hope for all of them.



That's it.

I'm done.  Off the soap box.



If you have tween/teenage kids, I encourage you to TALK to them about what they post online.

How it's out there FOREVER!!!!!

And look for the signs that YOUR child may have become a target of online bullying.

SHARE Amanda's story with them.


And most importantly ... hug 'em tight, people.

Hug 'em tight.

K.

Friday, August 17, 2012

NO Pigtails In Public! (If You're In Your 40's)

Last Sunday, I was cleaning the house.

Not a fun time on the best of days, but doing so in the summer heat is even worse!

Because I have long hair, I tend to pull it back into a ponytail on days like these.

ESPECIALLY when cleaning the house.

However, THIS day, I thought I'd try something different.

I grabbed a couple of elastics and threw it into braids.  Something I hadn't done in a long time.


Hair out of the way.

Off to clean the house.



A little while later, Alec came up from his room.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, and let out a 'WHOA! ... Nice hair.'


I replied with a, 'What?  Not a fan of the braids?'

'No no,' he said, 'I like them, I just don't remember ever seeing your hair like that before.'


Gee ... guess it had been longer than I thought, if the kid with the memory of an elephant didn't remember me sporting pigtails.


A couple hours later, I picked up Adam and his friend.

First thing he said when he saw me was, 'MOM!  You look like you're four!!!'


He did NOT approve, and let me know it.


Unfortunately, for him, it's MY hair and I'll do it any way I please!

And let HIM know it ;-)


But it was my first indication that day, that apparently there seems to be the perception that a hairstyle like that is fine around the house, but ...

NO pigtails in public! (If you're in your 40's).


Unfortunately for the public, after I dropped the boys off, I went to the grocery store.

Yes, STILL sporting the braids.


I got the few items I needed, and while on my way to the cash, I passed a woman, I'd say in her 60's, who gave me 'the look', as I went by.

You ladies know 'the look'.

The once over that other women will give you, mentally assessing you from head to toe.  Your wardrobe, shoes, hair and makeup, all in a glance.

THAT look.


When I got to the cash, who shows up behind me but 'the looker'.

Looking at the braids.

And this time, there was no mistaking it.  She wasn't pleased with what she saw.

I even got the semi-nose-scrunch!!!!

The, NO pigtails in public! (If you're in your 40's), semi-nose-scrunch.


Now, we all know I'm not one to hold my tongue in many situations.

But I'm also not one to take down little old ladies in the check-out line either.


So I simply stared right back, waited until our eyes met, gave her my OWN look ... yes, my friends and co-workers know which one I'm talking about! ... held her gaze for a few extra seconds, and turned around to the cashier.


I didn't look back when I left.

Have no idea if she was still semi-scrunching or not, but to be honest, I really don't care.

If the fact I'm a 40yr old woman sporting a couple of braids bothers you, too bad.


But I DO have a solution .....

Look away.

Simple.  Isn't it.


K.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

THREE For THREE On The Babyshit Green!!!

I'm not a big gambler.

Never have been.

We have a casino right here, in my own back yard, and I couldn't tell you the last time I was there.


I do, however, like to buy a lottery ticket now and then.  And I like my Bingo.

No, not the 'sit in a hall with your cards and dobber thingy' kind of Bingo.

I mean the scratch ticket.  I like the Bingo scratch ticket.


And ... I hate to even say it ... and tempt the fates ... but, I'm usually pretty lucky with them too.

I'll buy one, win $3 on it, and just cash it in for another.  Until I don't win.

Sometimes, I'll get a line in one of the other boxes, and end up with $6!

Yes, it's the little things that make me happy, people!


So, a couple of weeks ago, I walk into my neighbourhood corner store, and while chatting with the owner, I look down, and notice the Attlantic Lottery Corporation had changed the colour on the tickets again.

Something they do on a regular basis.

However, I had never recalled seeing this particular colour before ...


'Oh ... look!', I said,  'It's babyshit green!'




Although the owner did laugh, I could see he was uncomfortable calling it 'babyshit green' himself, so we settled on pickle green.

Hell, I'll call it whatever he wants, as long as it's a winner!  


Later that night, I scratched.

Winner!

One line in the first box.  $3.  Yay me!


The next night, I went into the store waving my ticket (while glancing around to make sure his kids or customers weren't around) and said, 'Hey John*!  WINNER on the babyshit green!'  

He laughed, and said, 'I thought we agreed on pickle?'

I replied with, 'You can call it pickle, to me, this little winner is babyshit green!'


I exchanged my winning ticket for another.

Literally.

Later that evening I scratched it.

Winner.

One line in the second box.  $6.  Yay me!


A few nights later,  I was back at the store.

Once again, I walked in waving my ticket, with a little swagger and a, 'Two for two on the babyshit green, John*!'

WooHoo!

No ... really ... that's what his machine says when it checks your ticket, and it's a winner.

It makes this 'lottery noise' and then it gives out a 'woohoo!' if you have a winner.



I exchanged my winning ticket for another.

Literally.

Later that evening I scratched it.

Winner.

One line in the third box.  $13.  Yay me!

THREE for THREE on the babyshit green!!!





I couldn't resist, I had to stop at the store the next night. 

Unfortunately, the owner wasn't around.

So, I asked the girl behind the counter if she would give him a message for me.

She said, 'Sure!'.

I held up my latest winner, and said,  'OK.  Can you please tell him, "THREE For THREE on the babyshit green"!!!!'

She looked at me sort of funny, but I just said, 'He'll know what I mean.'

And then handed her my ticket.

WooHoo!!!


Regardless what happened after that, I thought the fact I had won three times in a row, increasing in winnings each time was pretty cool in itself!



As it turns out, the next two were losers.

The one after that, I bought in Truro this week, on vacation.

That one was another $3 winner.

I cashed it in at my store this weekend for another ticket.

No winner.

But hey, no matter WHAT the next one gives me, or doesn't, I can still say ...

THREE for THREE on the babyshit green!

WOOHOO!!!!

Thank you lottery fates!


K.

  -  * - No, his name isn't really John.

Friday, August 10, 2012

When The Zombies Attack ... We're Goin' To Walmart!

I learned something new about my 16yr old while on vacation this week.

He is completely prepared (in theory), for a zombie apocalypse.


I'm not even sure how we got on the subject, but at one point, we were driving down the highway, when I turned to him and said, 'Ya know, if the zombies ever DO attack, I'll have to move a step down in the family chain of command, as you know a whole lot more about zombies than I do.'

He turned to me with complete confidence, and said in a firm, clear voice, 'Mom, if the zombies attack ... we're goin' to Walmart!'


I couldn't help myself.   The laughter would NOT be suppressed.

And then, of course, I asked, 'Walmart?  WHY Walmart?'


This time, he looked at me as if I should already know this crucial information.

'Because, it's got EVERYTHING you need!', and then it went something like ...

'Weapons!  First you go to the weapons and get a crossbow.  Gunfire attracts zombies, it's gotta be a crossbow. And right through the brain.'

Can you get a crossbow at Walmart?!?!?!??!


Then ...

'And, it has food!  And sports equipment to use for protection.  And paint to write SOS on the roof.  And electronics, and furniture, and appliances, entertainment, and ... and  ... and ... 

And the list went on and on, until he finally came to ... 'And clothes!  Clothes to change into, in case you run into a zombie in there and shit yourself!'


Well now, I guess he's pretty much thought of everything.



There are many strange things I believe in.  However, zombies aren't one of them. 

And while I don't ever expect to be living through, or at least trying to, a zombie apocalypse, if one ever DOES occur, and you noticed we've gone missing, I'll trust and follow my boy ...

... look for us at Walmart.

I'll be in Sporting Goods. The Mama with the baseball bat, and zombie stompin' attitude.


Bring it, Zombies!  Batter up! ;-)


K.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Night Boys. Night Belle and Linken ........ Night Bat.

Ahhhh, Sunday night, 11:30pm.
Time to relax.
After zoning out in a nice hot shower for half an hour, I was ready for bed. 
On my way out of the bathroom, Adam stops me with, 'Mom, I'm going to show you a magic trick'.
He takes me to the dining room to show me his latest trick, then he goes to get Alec for his encore presentation.


I'm sitting at the table, waiting for their return, looking at the clock, thinking of crawling into bed in the next few minutes, when I hear the screams ... 
SCREAMS from the basement, and the sound of pounding feet on the stairs.

Both boys flew through the door, and started shouting at the same time, 'There's a bat downstairs! It's HUGE! It flew into Alec's room! There's a bat downstairs! There's a bat downstairs!'

CRAP! So much for crawling into bed.

Apparently, it was time for; Operation Bat Evacuation!
 
But first, we needed bat evacuation attire
Picture it, if you will ... red plaid jammies, hair still damp from the shower, winter jacket zipped up to the neck, hood up, with face protector jacked up to the eyes.
And of course, rubber boots to the knees ... and broom in hand.
 
Oh, wait a minute, there IS a picture of it ...
 

Bring it, Bat!  I'm ready!   
Scarier looking than you are at the moment, perhaps, but READY!
 
Once we were sure we were protected, we headed down the stairs.
Me first. Yes, with the broom. Then Adam, and Alec bringing up the rear.
 
Keep in mind, the basement still hasn't been finished, aside from Alec's room, which was built last year.
It's dark down there.
LOTS of places for a freakin' bat to hide!
But, there was light shining from the laundry room, and Alec's room.
The boys had left the door to his room open, in their haste to get the hell out of there!
 
Now, before I have the animal rights/control people after me, let me be VERY clear in saying, I never had ANY intention to hurt the bat.  At all.
I only wanted to stun him enough, to get him out of my house! 
NO bats were harmed in Operation Bat Evacuation.
M'kay? M'kay!
 
I made it down the first three steps. Slowly creeping down each one. Eyes scanning as much of the room as I could see.
On the fourth step, I saw it.
Or at least, I saw a HUGE wing span shadow swooping across Alec's door and on the ceiling of his room.
 
Without even thinking, I let it out.
'AAARRRRRAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!'
Then turned around on the stairs, nudging Adam in front of me, with a, 'BACK!  BACK!  BACK!'
Funny thing was, in my head, I was actually saying 'RETREAT!  RETREAT! RETREAT!'
But for some reason, I didn't want to risk making anyone laugh at that moment.
 
With Plan A - Face Him Head On- a failure, we turned to Plan B.
Yes, I'm flying by the seat of my pants here ...
We ventured back downstairs a minute later.  Adam ran into the laundry room, unlocked the back door and then charged through it, while I 'had his back' at the laundry room door.
Ya know, making sure there were no sneak attacks from behind.
Once he was outside, I ran back upstairs and slammed the door.
Amazing, how fast I moved in those boots!
 
No sign of the bat.
 
The three of us waited on the deck, just to the side of the door, so we could see when the bat flew out.
Cause that was 'the plan (B)' of course.
Open the door, and the bat would find his own way out.
Yeah.
Not so much.
 
45 min later, bat won round one. 
He had the advantage. He can see better in the dark than I can!
With both doors to the basement closed and bat sequestered, I hearded everyone off to bed.
Myself included.  I'd face him again the next day.
In daylight.
MY advantage!
'Night boys. Night Belle and Linken. .............. Night Bat.'
 
Next day, I left work around 2:30 to head home and finally execute Operation Bat Evacuation.
As soon as I got through the door, I headed for the boots, jacket and broom.
This was it.  Bat was going. TODAY!
Without giving myself time to think about what I might find, I headed down the stairs.
About midway down, I stopped, scanning the room.
No sign of the bat.
I got to the bottom of the stairs and listened.
Nothing.
As I started to get further into the room, I leaned around a wooden beam, streatching my neck out ... just far enough ... to see if I could spot him.
 
And there he was.
Sound asleep on the side of the beam, near the top.
CRAP!  I found him.
 
Again, without giving myself too much time to think, or for the boys, who were lingering around ... just close enough ... to distract me, I pushed him with the broom off the pole.
He fell on the floor, and started to spread his wings.
Pump them.  Sort of.
I admit.  I screamed like a girlie girl, flapped my arms and backed up a few steps.
But I didn't run.
I did NOT run!!!!
 
Instead, once I saw he wasn't going anywhere, I took a deep breath, and took a step forward.
At first, I tried to scoop him directly into the garbage bag. Didn't work.
So, I scooped him into a dustpan, dropped him in the garbage bag, ran out the back door and let him go outside on the lawn. 
I don't think he was too happy about that.
Did you know those little suckers chirp like birds when you throw them outside into the daylight?
A much nicer variation of the sound vampires make, though ;-) 
 
He may not have liked it, but he was alive, and well, and most importantly ... outside (in the shade)!
I checked on him a little while later, and he was gone.
He may be under my deck, plotting his murderous revenge, and sending bat signals to all his buddies, but for now ...

For tonight ... 
 
Bat - 0
Kim - V-I-C-T-O-R-I-O-U-S!!!!
MUAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA
 
K.
And once again, if you didn't catch it earlier, NO bats were harmed in Operation Bat Evacuation.