Ahh, rural living at it's finest...

So we are sleeping soundly last night...

I wake up around 2:30 am to the feeling that perhaps a moth landed on my bed...you know that fluttering wing kind of vibration that you hear/feel from a big ass moth...yeah that.

Hubby is also waking up at this point with a definite WTF coming out of his mouth. We were both half asleep and he asked me to turn on the light. I struggled and managed to find the switch (I am a heavy sleeper, lol, and I need my eight hours).

Not being very happy at this point in time we both look around the room to see what had pretty much hit the bed next to hubby's ears and brushed by his remaining hair. We see this dark thing flying around the room in obvious distress...

"It's a moth" says hubby

"It's a fricken bat" says me

"It's not a fricken bat" says hubby...obviously thinking I am nuts and a big scaredy cat.

It flew out of the room...we are now laughing at each other as we follow it into the main area of the house. Note: he still think it is a moth -- apparently he thinks we have big ass black moths out here. I am still pretty sure it is a bat.

I hand the "fly" swatter to him. We nearly pee ourselves laughing as he chases this damn thing flying at Mach speeds around the house, they are fast and silent, did you know?? That is a funny site at 2:30 am...burly hubby with a fly swatter, ducking, swatting...kind of squealing (think like a girl) as it whizzes by his head.

He finally says to me, "I think I need a broom"

Okay, I think I just dribbled in my jammies...

I go to the broom closet and before I can even grab the broom I hear

Ugh, hmph, thud. "uh, yeah, it is a bat"

Ewww....

Funeral services were not held but viewing is available on my front lawn at your convenience.