We live in a really old farm house. A renovated one room school house. Super old. And we live on about 12 acres. So while its beautiful and whimsical, its also a litte knitty gritty. Lots of bugs, spiders, GIGANTIC wild turkey running wild, all sorts of wild life out here.
Since the day we moved in, there has been a little family of mice living somewhere in my closet. I can hear them moving around anytime things quiet. It was kind of unnerving at first, but I definitely got used to it.
So last night, around 11 or 12am Cruz and I were sleeping and I get woken up by the sound of the mice. I listened to it for a second, waiting to drift back to sleep. Then I realized that it sounded closer then normal. Then closer. Then it sounded like it was right near the bed.
I panicked. WHAT THE HECK.
I didnt want to wake up Cruz, but I had to see whether or not there were little mice crawling around my bed.
So I got up and flicked on the light.
Suddenly, out of nowhere (aka the closet) a bat flew at my head. A BAT. Again, A BAT.
I freaked the freak out!
Where on earth would a bat have been hiding this WHOLE time.
Just flying around my room.
It finally landed in my robe on the back of my door, hanging upside down, all creepy.
I snatched Cruz and made a run for it.
I am sooooooo freaked out.
There is no conclusion to this post. Just that I am thoroughly disgusted that I have been living with a bat.