About this time of day the little brown, beady- eyed bat arrives. This is one of my fav photos of summer 2012. Two weeks ago on August1.

Hey it’s Terrific Tuesday again. How’s everything in your neck of the woods?

Terrific Tales of summer 2012:

The Derecho: Already told and told again and again.

Homeless Guy at stoplight: Told and conservatives still grumbling.

Birthday Girl: Told much to her dismay

The Wii Tennis Rescue: Told today

One hot night during this blistering summer of 2012, I sat watching a movie about Australia and it starred Robert Mitchum, one of my favorite old time actors.  Cannot recall the movie’s name– no worries mate. Who cares?

I had the lights out, the fans blasting over head and in the doorway to the deck. In my lap I held a cup of watermelon cubes, a cold bottle of water and on me leg, the Tee Vee remote. Life doesn’t get much better than that for me.

Suddenly something flashed through the room between the television screen and me. It took me a few seconds to determine “flash” was a bat. I screamed mightily and headed for the door into the living room. I came back armed with a broom. I searched around warily, but no bat.

So while Mitchum and his gang of shepherds waltzed Matildas of sheep through the forest fire I once again concentrated on movie and watermelon.

You see I am a watermelon junkie. I ’bout “wrassled” a lady in Roanoke over  a cup of watermelon in Feb. of 1997 when I was expecting the storied birthday girl of last week. Incidentally birthday girl is still mortified that she was a Terrific Tuesday subject. Eye roll right now to see her pained expression at mention of it by mostly my old gal friends. Anyway.  Watermelon is on my top ten list.

So I became complacent with each juicy red morsel. Then the flutter flash again. I swung the broom and bat went high and hit the ceiling fan which in turn tossed it right down beside me on the couch.

My Wii Tennis training surfaced. I love Wii tennis almost as much as watermelon. I grabbed the Tee Vee remote and gave him a big swat as his beady little bat eyes glared at me. Top spin, baby. He went sailing and commenced to fly right out the door. I jumped up and slammed the door shut– watermelon, water, remote and broom crashing to the floor. Ta da! Magically the watermelon landed upright. The water bottle emptied. Oh well. It dried quickly.

Every night at dusk a little bat flies over my yard. I have noticed he never heads around back. I think I know why. Match to the Watermelon Queen with the top spin bat swing! Wii Tennis to the rescue.