Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
Thursday morn, 3 AM, whip the covers aside, leap out of bed, to something chirping/squealing under those covers. I am hiding behind the bathroom door, and I am not awake enough yet to know why. Or what. Or if I am awake. This portion is still a blur. No word of a lie Mom, something, that sounds an awful lot like a bat, was trapped … Continue reading Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?