Our house has been invaded by bats (okay, one bat) for the 2nd time this summer. Second time in less than a month, in fact. Unlike our previous wee intruder, this one is quite large, and is currently trapped in my bedroom while I wait for Animal Control to open for business at 8. It’s now a little after 3 a.m. and I am wearing only my nightgown and undies. I don’t even have a robe to put on.
It’s only by chance I even became aware of the bat – I’d been unable to sleep, and so had turned on my bedside lamp to do a little reading (actually, I was looking up plumber’s snakes on my Palm, because it’s clear the basement shower drain isn’t responding to more low-key clog-clearing efforts); furthermore, I’d gone to bed with my bedroom door open so the dog, who’d come home from the kennel Sunday evening, could sleep with me if she wished. Next thing I know there’s this great black flapping thing (I think I’ll name it Snape) swooping around me. As one might expect when the sanctuary of one’s bedroom is invaded by a large flying creature (I think its wingspan was around 10″) at 3 a.m., I screamed and ran out as fast as I could while crouching at the same time, and slammed the door behind me.
Things should get really interesting in about 4 hours, when my alarm goes off.