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Oh man!! I can totally relate to this one. Last year we did some major remodeling to our house and somehow a bat must have got in and then didn't make it out by the time the roof and walls were put back up. Anyway, my hubby works nights, so it's just the kids and I. We are all sitting in the living room and all of a sudden I see it swoop in front of the tv. I am instantly paralyzed with fear, I honestly couldn't even move. I HATE BATS! Kids are totally freaking out and yes, we are all crying. Then it flies back out and down in the basement it went. The kids and I grabbed the phone and locked ourselves in my bedroom. Called my husband, who is a truck driver and is like 3 hours away from home. Sometimes I hate his job, but anyway, he called one of our neighbors and he came down and went in the basement to find it. Our basement is huge with lots of good hiding places for a little bat. He did not end up finding it. Next day hubby went down searching, again didn't find it. So of course he teases me that it was all in my head. And found it rather amusing that I slept with a tennis racket under my bed. Alright, lets move forward like a month, haven't seen or heard the little s.o.b....thinking it must be gone right. WRONG!! Again, it's me and the kids, it Friday night and were all laying in my bed watching some tv. The damn thing swoops out from behind my mirror on my dresser. So I steel myself, tell the kids to get under the blankets and grab my tennis racket. I have never been so scared in my entire life!! But after about 7 swings and endless words I should have NOT used in front of my children I finally whacked him. Now...this is the part that proves you do not think intelligently will you are scared out of your wits. In our bedroom we have french doors that I could have opened and let the little sucker out where he wanted to be with no swinging involved at all. DUH. I made sure to call my hubby and tell him that "I" got my imaginary bat! Wow, sorry this was so long!
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