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osprey_archerI've definitely knocked "semi-homeless person who lives in her car" off my list of possible careers.
Or, let me explain: night before last, here I am sitting in my bed, reading about the Politburo, fan blowing and breeze wafting and yawns growing; going to sleep soon...
Movement catches my eye.
It's a fluttering black handkerchief of doom!
(Otherwise known as a bat.)
I screamed, it retreated, I quivered like Jell-O, it returned, I screamed again, it swooped and cackled maniacally, and I catapulted out of bed and down the stairs and cowered on the couch.
Where I read for another half hour, until I was calm again, at which point I turned out the light...snuggled under the covers...eyelids getting heavy...oh look, there's a pale light arcing across the window...
No wait, that's the glimmering coat of a moonlight-reflective fluttering evil BAT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--------
Please imagine this scream following me as I flee my cabin to the safety of my car, where I tremble in the back seat (for which I am too big), quiver in the front seat (my dangling feet freeze and fall asleep), and finally - after almost an hour lacking bat related mayhem - doze.
At least the windshield offered a soothing view of the stars.
Or, let me explain: night before last, here I am sitting in my bed, reading about the Politburo, fan blowing and breeze wafting and yawns growing; going to sleep soon...
Movement catches my eye.
It's a fluttering black handkerchief of doom!
(Otherwise known as a bat.)
I screamed, it retreated, I quivered like Jell-O, it returned, I screamed again, it swooped and cackled maniacally, and I catapulted out of bed and down the stairs and cowered on the couch.
Where I read for another half hour, until I was calm again, at which point I turned out the light...snuggled under the covers...eyelids getting heavy...oh look, there's a pale light arcing across the window...
No wait, that's the glimmering coat of a moonlight-reflective fluttering evil BAT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--------
Please imagine this scream following me as I flee my cabin to the safety of my car, where I tremble in the back seat (for which I am too big), quiver in the front seat (my dangling feet freeze and fall asleep), and finally - after almost an hour lacking bat related mayhem - doze.
At least the windshield offered a soothing view of the stars.
