My bedroom has always been my place to escape to when I am having a rough day or I just need to relax. A few nights ago, that feeling about my bedroom changed. An unwelcome guest made itself at home in my bedroom.
I was fast asleep when all of a sudden I was startled awake by a strange noise. When I opened my eyes, I saw a bat flying overhead. It was flying laps around my bedroom ceiling.
Luckily, my boyfriend, Jeremy, had resided himself in my room that night so I did not have to be the hero. He quickly got out of bed and turned the light on. I made myself safe and comfortable completely immersed in my blankets. I could hear my Jeremy swatting and struggling as I am yelling, "What are you doing!"
I hear a big loud swat and I look up. I do not see the bat anymore. I ask what had happened and Jeremy told me that he had used one of my pillows to hit the bat and it landed behind my futon. He jerked back the futon and the bat came flying out from behind it. It was flying right toward me. I quickly found myself back under my covers.
The struggle between Jeremy and this bat continued on for a little while longer until I heard one loud bang. I looked up and Jeremy was holding a box closed and away from his body. I got the door for him, we ran downstairs and he chucks the box outside.
When I asked him how he got the bat into the box he replied, "Sheer luck." The bat had landed on my dresser and Jeremy whacked it with the pillow as hard as he could. The bat bounced up and landed into the box that I had just emptied and set beside my dresser that day.
I could not believe the story. I was very thankful for the way that things were handled. I am also very thankful that the exterminators will be visiting next week.