This morning at 4 a.m., my cat Jasmine woke us up by dancing around the bed and the room even more excitedly than he usually does. As I tried to figure out what was going on, Scott said, "Jazzy is chasing a large dragonfly around the room." I then saw the "large dragonfly" swoop over our bed. No, that's not a dragonfly. It's a bat.
There was a bat flying around my bedroom.
I freaked.
Then I hid under the covers. It was uncomfortable under there, because it was a hot & humid night. So I would poke my head out. The bat would fly over me, and I would hide again. Scott meanwhile had opened a window and was calling the bat, asking him politely to go out. Jazzy was still trying to catch it.
Finally it went out. But my heart was racing. There would be no more sleeping, and suddenly having a bedroom on the third floor seemed like a very bad idea.
We retreated to our (first floor) living room, where a bed was still set up for guests we had last weekend (sometimes my poor housekeeping actually comes in handy) and looked up bat info on the internet. This page was my favorite, featuring adorable photos of injured bats that have been rescued which you can adopt. (Fortunately they don't send you the actual bat, just things like "A matted photograph of your bat, suitable for framing.") I may do it, just for karma's sake.
I don't want anymore bats interupting my sleep.
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