Holy Moses, what excitement at our house last night!!!!!
After a day of celebrating the anniversary of our first date, we came home and collapsed. We had eaten a big lunch out, so we weren't very hungry at our usual supper time. Hubby hit his recliner, and the fuzzy one and I took the couch. The television was turned to Mute, and we were doing our daily bit on our laptops. It was about 9 o'clock when I let out the first scream!
Some thing was flying from the living room into the den, tried to dive bomb me, and then flew back out of the room. The thing was black. It wasn't a bird. It was a frickin' BAT.
Thank heaven the hubby was home. He bounded out of that recliner, went to the kitchen for a towel, and all hell broke loose. He was swatting the towel and bravely trying to follow the flight pattern of the crazed creature. I, of course, was thinking maybe the weaponry was a tad on the frail side, but he assured me death was close at hand. All I could do was put a pillow over my head, while the terrified fuzzy one frantically barked at the frenzied state of our otherwise calm family household.
Guess it still is.