Sometimes things come in waves. Like, "Oh hey, this is our week for growing teeth." Or, "Hm, guess we're having owies right now."
In that vein, this is our week for rescuing wild creatures.
Act One: Saturday afternoon. Sweet Husband comes upstairs and says, "Hey, so, um, what do you know about bats?"
Turns out that Dame Maggie Doodle is a bit of a huntress after all. Sweet Husband heard her barking wildly in our backyard, and went out to discover that she had a tiny bat pinned to the ground.
After pulling Miss Mae-Mae off said bat, we discovered that the bat could no longer fly. With a good, stiff warning about thick gloves and towels and rabies, our local nature center told us to pop said bat into a box and bring her (arbitrarily assigning a sex, because I don't know how to tell for a bat) in to get checked out.
We sang the Batman Theme Song the whole way there, as Miss Bat got more and more pissed off at being stuck in a shoebox. The nature center workers couldn't say for sure whether our bat would be OK (the person with the appropriate rabies vaccines to thoroughly examine her being gone that day), but it looked like the situation was hopeful. Just a few small tears in her wings--nothing a little time in rehab shouldn't fix.
And then, Act Two: Monday morning, the Kid came inside with a treasure cupped in his palm--a perfect, jade-green and gold Monarch chrysalis. It had fallen into his treehouse from somewhere in the treetops, and I was convinced that there was no way it would survive.
But--because my first-born was looking at me like I was an earth-goddess with the ability to bring butterflies back from the dead--I resolved to try. Our critter keeper was retrieved from the basement, embroidery thread was gathered, and we strung the chrysalis up and watched and waited.
But then, tonight as we were making dinner, I looked over and we had birthed a butterfly. (A male--sex not arbitrarily assigned, because it's pretty obvious on Monarchs.)
After that I was officially an earth-goddess, because who else could help save a bat and a butterfly, all in the same week?