Last night when we headed down the hall for bed, it was still 80F outside and humid. We opened the windows in the bedroom and turned up the fan a notch. I don't like sleeping in an air conditioned room; I like the windows wide open so I can feel the breeze and hear the sounds of the night.
August normally has hot days but the days are getting shorter so the cool mountain nights give a feeling of autumn in the mornings and evenings. For the past week, we have had record heat during the day and during the night. We see thunderheads off in the distance but they have yet to bring us any rain; just humidity and no clear cold nights.
I hobbled over to the bed with my throbbing toe and climbed up, sitting outside the sheets, sweating, and waiting for Brett to finish brushing his teeth. I heard the beating of wings and looked up to see a bat frantically flying around the room. It dove beneath the blades of the ceiling fan, just missing my head. I screamed and yanked the sheet over my head. I peeked out, and the bat came through again. Brett spit out his toothpaste and came running into the room, expecting to find a snake based on the continued screams coming from underneath the sheet.
He propped open the French door and grabbed a pillow. Between the pillow being flailed by a naked middle aged man, and a screaming sheet covered lump in the bed, the bat decided to leave.
Now we just have to figure out how in the heck it got into the house!
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