Throwing the deuces
I had a bat in my bedroom once, flying over me while sleeping. Because I had ferrets that weren't confined to a cage, I used a night light in my room. I woke up and saw a shadow go over my head. I stared a little longer and it did it again. I thought maybe it was a bird. I commando crawled out of my room and downstairs to tell my Mom that I had a bird in my room. She came upstairs and flipped on the light. She screamed, "oh my god, it's a bat!" At that point, I was ready to just shut the door and let the bat have my room.Things have been a little dull in my household lately. I did set the smoke alarm off twice fixing dinner, but that's about the highlight of it. Saw lots of lightning walking this morning and a couple of bats when I sat outside with tea. I don't like bats, I don't care what they say, they do attack humans and they were a little too close for comfort this morning. They're plotting against me RareBreed; I can tell by the look in their beady little eyes.
Anyhoo I expect things to pick up a little when I take Joey back to ER this morning to get the packing removed from the hole in his neck that wasn't supposed to close up. I'm hoping I can get in with him without an argument - little on the cranky side this morning - that does mix well with no you can't.
My mom told me to run downstairs and grab a frying pan and a broom. She smacked the bat to the ground with the broom with one hand while she beat the ever loving snot out of it with the pan. My mom is pretty bad ass in my opinion.