Two weekends ago, E and I went to a party at Zeynep and Ufuk’s house in Dragodan (a neighborhood in Pristina). Since the evening turned into a riddle fest, we found ourselves leaving there very late (highly out of character for us ol’ fogies).

When we walked into our apartment at 2:30am, I went straight into my little “office” to turn off the computer. “Swoosh” something flew right by my head as I sat down! I gave a little shriek and ran out of the room. When I told E we had a bird in the house he immediately closed himself into the bedroom with the dog. So much for chivalry in the Koppel home. After I shut the cat in another room and joined the two cowardly lions in the bedroom, the dog got a little agitated and decided to relieve himself ON THE BED! Did I mention it was about 3am now? 

So, I peered out of the bedroom to discover that our winged guest was now swooping back and forth in the hallway because the light was on in the bathroom (directly next to the bedroom from which we were plotting his removal). Someone clearly had to go out into the hall and turn OFF the bathroom light to stop the frantic flying. Which Koppel would it be? E had a moment of courage, but alas it fizzled when he poked his head out the door and realized our fine “feathered” friend was actually a bat.

About five false starts later, my head covered in a winter cap, I gathered my courage and jumped into the hall to smack the lightswitch and start closing doors to create a path to the windows I threw open. When E realized that the undoubtedly traumatized bat was stationary at the other end of the hall, he joined me in plotting to roust the bat and send him in the direction of the open windows.

Armed with five empty 1.5 liter water bottles (there’s never a shortage of those here), E started chucking them at Monsieur Bat. Just as E’s ammunition was running out, the bat took the hint and flew off. I had a momentary glimpse of him as he flapped into the living room and out the window. Adios!

So after stripping the sheets off the bed and scrubbing the comforter, E and I fell into a deep sleep at 4am. Who knew it would be such an exciting Friday night!

By the way, here’s one of the riddles (compliments of Oksana) that puzzled us at the party:

A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a glass of water. The bartender pulls out a gun and points it at the man. The man says “thank you!”

What happened?
You can post yes/no questions in the comment section and I’ll respond.