Bats...

Ugh. Is there any creature more disgusting, more repulsive, more disturbing? Just thinking about the rodent-with-wings is enough to give most people the willies. But you know what's even more horrifying than seeing a bat? Seeing a bat... IN YOUR HOUSE!!

It was like the classic scene from Christmas Vacation, "Clark, what's that squeaking?" Only not with a squirrel. Hubs could hear a sound, a high-pitch squeaking, coming from downstairs. After some investigating, he tracked the sound to the toy area, from under a suitcase. Cautiously took a peak and oh-holy-hell, it was a friggin' bat. I immediately ran into the garage to get a big fishing net, and Hubs trapped the thing and took it outside. We think one of the cats must've injured it because it was all wonky and couldn't fly, just flopped around on the cement out front.

For the rest of the night, we were all spooked at the slightest things: movement from the corner of our eye, an unknown sound, even just the sudden recall of how gross the thing looked (*SHUDDER!*). Poor Lena was so traumatized she stuck like glue to my side the entire night. Seriously. If I was in the kitchen sitting at the table, she wouldn't dare to venture into the livingroom to sit on the couch, even though we'd be in each other's line of sight. "Mom, I HATE creepy things that bite when they get mad!" she said to me. So true.

The idea that such a creature could somehow find its way into our home is just, well, UGH! And how did it even GET in our house? Maybe one of the cats brought it in from outside? Its enough to give a person nightmares. Ewwwwww.