Saturday night, I was sitting in the kitchen watching TV. All of a sudden, the cat went a little nutsy, looking in the dining room and crouching. When I looked, there was a bat flying between the living room and dining room. Of course, I screamed my bloody head off and K came running out of the bedroom to play Great White Hunter. After watching him for a while, I went and sat in the Envoy where it was safe. Eventually, he came out and told me that the bat had 'disappeared.' He has no idea WHERE the damn thing went. By this time, it was getting to be light outside, so I figured the bat had gone to sleep for the day. And I came back into the house.
Last night, K kept telling me to go to a hotel for the night, but I declined. It probably would have been better for me if I had gone--my stomach was all in knots, I had trouble breathing, and I thought I was going to puke. But I kept myself locked in the bedroom and managed to get some sleep. When I got up this morning, K had not seen the bat all night. Wonderful.
K is going on night shift tonight. I am checking into a hotel. Ain't NO WAY I'm staying here by myself.
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