bats in my attic

  My wife, Jean, and I were reading in our living room when she shrieked. “Calm down,” I thought, then looked up where she was pointing.  A dark, leathery shape was flapping in erratic circles around the light fixture.  It swooped past my head, then I shrieked, “It’s a bat!”  We pulled our feet up under our bodies and put our books over our heads. “Do something!” she shouted. Well, anyone could plainly see that I was doing something; that book wasn’t staying on my head by itself.  But I… Continue reading bats in my attic