Tough Girl

Well, I have a confession to make. Although I boasted about being a bona fide scorpion killer, I cannot say the same about bats. Before this recent 5 DAYS of rain and gray weather, we had very nice weather. We often open the windows and the front door and let the breeze blow through.

The other night the breeze wasn't all that blew through.

I was sitting by myself on the couch, reading a book (I just finished 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea--my third book this quarter). A fairly large bat flew into the living room. It was frantically circling around, diving down at me as I sat there screaming. It flew up into the ceiling fan and got smacked by the paddle several times. I couldn't help smiling at that. Nonetheless, I was paralyzed. Every time I decided to make a break for the door, it seemed to anticipate this and buzzed my head. My sleeping roommates did not hear my screams or cries for help.

As quickly as it flew in the door, it flew back out the window.

This is hopefully a very brief but true account of my brush with bats, and an accurate portrayal of my lack of courage. So, don't think too highly of my scorpion killing skills (if you were considering that option in the first place).