The Poor Thing

So, I spent the day thinking I was having a high blood pressure attack.
All afternoon, I would have these floating black images appearing at
the top of my field of vision–seriously. I know I’m under a lot
of stress–but this is too much.

Imagine my relief then,
when IZ walks into our entry way and says through the door, “Was that a
bat?” “A bat?!” I answer. “Whew! I thought I
was having ‘issues’.” Oh shut it–I know I still have issues,
nobody likes a smarty pants–and it’s rude to interrupt a person in the
middle of a story.

Ok, so where was I? Yeah, so we have a
bat. It did one more fly-by which completely unhinged me–as it
flew right in front of my face–and my unhinging unhinged the
cat. Who, we have discovered, is completely useless. The
poor bat ended up flying into my office upstairs and weirdly enough,
under my bed. So, we think, let’s open a window and then get the
stupid cat to flush the poor thing out the window. Snickers
proceeds to crawl under the bed and promptly sit on top of the
cardboard box the poor thing is hiding under. Yeah, real useful. She was completely full of herself, all smug and smirky, until the poor thing started singing its own personal distress song–oh, then the cat freaks out and will have nothing to do with helping us get the poor thing out
of the house. USELESS CAT… remind me to replace you, cat, with
a DOG. A tiny dog, the size of say, A BAT. Stupid fluff
ball.

This left us no choice but to get out a broom. The poor thing finally gets airborne and then decides to fly the same pattern a
couple of dozen times–each pass getting lower and lower as it
approached the corner I was crouching in trying to take close up
pictures with my zoom lens. ARG… Anyhow, I managed to
get a few pics–IZ finally managed to get the bat to alter its course
just enough to fly out the window.