Two nights ago I awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep - the kind you pray for especially when pregnant because you're not tossing and turning or dreaming about Izzy's dead boyfriend Denny from Grey's Anatomy - to hear the distinct scratching/fluttering noise of a bat trying to get into the gutter or whatever the hell is up in that corner of the roof over our bedroom.
I heard it and it was COMING TO GET ME and hubby had fallen asleep on the sofa so even as a part of my brain registered that it wasn't actually swooping around my head, I hollered for him anyway. And by holler, I mean a half-scream, half-choking sound escaped from my mouth twice before he came running and by that time a full-fledged panic attack was in play.
As some of you already know, I have an extreme fear of bats. Now that I've heard this sound after several months of feeling a tiny bit of security that the problem was resolved, I'll be spending the rest of the summer and fall not sleeping but instead waiting, knowing somehow, some way those little fuckers will get inside our house and the night terrors will begin again.
Of course, drinking a bucketful of vodka would help ease the anxiety but I don't think that's allowed during pregnancy.
Or is it?
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