Today was an exciting day. My longest friend, my friend Ami from 2nd grade, had a new baby. She called me at about 11:00 to tell me that Landon was born. He has a big brother, Carson. I can’t wait to meet him! She lives in Chicago.
So, being old and all, that was about all the excitement I could handle for one night. B and I spent the evening watching “Memoirs of a Geisha.” We started the movie late, and found ourselves bleary-eyed on the couch at midnight.
All of the sudden, we were jolted out of the trance by the animals—all six of them—thundering up and down the stairs, knocking over a picture, upsetting the laundry basket, running from room to room! I had no idea what was going on, but B exclaimed, “It’s a bat!”
Yes, there was a bat loose in the house. Flying around frantically, it raced from room to room with it’s would-be captors following close behind—jumping, leaping, freaking out! It raced around ceiling fans and zoomed around the globe and clock on the bookshelves. It weaved and bobbed and threatened my hair! I was not afraid of the bat, I just was worried that in its fear, it might zig when I zagged and we’d end up crashing into each other.
No worries. My hero, B, took off his shirt and put it up as the bat flew by, catching it. He then just took it outside and freed the cute little guy.
The cats and I remain on high alert, all of us sitting around, gazing at the ceiling, with eyes as big as saucers. The dogs are back asleep.
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