So, I'm afraid of bats.
I just finished brushing my teeth when I heard a weird noise down the hall in my bedroom. Noises themselves are not unusual, bedtime is a typical period for the cats to decide to run amock around the house. But there was something about this noise. Ready to yell at the cats, I peeked in my room to see a bat, alive and well, on the floor surrounded by two curious cats. "Oh, **** there's a bat in here." was all I had to say as I did an immediate aboutface and went dowstairs. Now, I am no stranger to domestic crises, but this was different. Realizing that this bat was now between myself and my phone, and on the floor, I grabbed a sheet and bravely headed back upstairs. But the bat, being a winged creature, afterall, had regained altitude and was now clinging to the wall somewhere where my cats could see it, but I could not. They were beside themselves, presented with a moving, alive toy, I could barely get their attention. Before I m...