A little over an hour ago a shadow caught my eye. It was a shadow that was new…and shouldn’t have been there.
It was a bat.
It was scared and I was freaked out. I screamed and yelped each time it flew by my head. Round and round the apartment it flew.
Frank woke up thinking something was wrong, and then that I’d had a night terror and was sleep walking. (I think he was a little pleased it was a bat.)
We got it out, Frank went back to bed, but I’m wide awake again…a little too nervous to go to sleep. Each noise makes me jump again, every little movement I see in the corner of my eye catches my breath in my chest. Having to do something, I duct taped the likely spot where it came in, but I’m not convinced.
Fucking bat. I was hoping to sleep tonight. There goes that.