(This is a crosspost from my other blog)

Actual note I just left for Kev, for when he gets up for work:
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Baby,

You miss ALL the fun (read: “freaky stuff!”) when you have to go to bed early because you work the next day…

I made coffee and went to turn off the kitchen light and come up to bed, and guess what I saw on the kitchen floor, right in front of the kitchen porch door?

Go on… guess!

It was……

a BAT! And he was ALIVE!!!!!!
And he tried to kill me!
Okay I’m kidding, he didn’t try to kill me.

I threw a handtowel on him, to see how alert he was (I was prepared to scream and run, lol) but he just layed there and went “squeekity-skeet-skeet-chitter-chitter” at me. So I picked him up in the handtowel, and threw him, and the towel as far off the deck as I could – and he flew away (but I ran inside so I have no idea where he went).

Now I ask you this…
HOW did a BAT, get in the kitchen?
How long was he there?
Was he a Lone Ranger bat, or did he invite friends?
If so, where are they?

Now I have the creepies… what if I wake up in the middle of the night and hear chitter chitter in the room?

I’m sleeping in the bathroom, with the light ON.

Love you – have a good day at work.
Me
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I am now officially paranoid. I hear things... I'm sure there's another one in here somewhere, just waiting for me to take my guard down.