Dracula visits the Mavys

Well, Ben is out of town once again, and we girls are home fending for ourselves. It's been a week now and we have at least one more to go. Last night Ben had to drive a long way on country roads late at night, so I helped him stay awake by chatting with him until midnight CA time. I was pretty sleepy when I woke up 4 hours later to the sound of... was that wings beating? Not a bird though, it didn't sound fluffy, it sounded - yes, leathery like a bat! It doesn't look very big all curled up, but with those wings extended, swooping around my bedroom, it seemed a heck of a lot bigger. I was really tired and bats don't bug me, so I tried to go back to sleep, but bats make a very distinct noise when they're hunting in your bedroom and this mosquito eater kept buzzing around my head like maybe I would keep it safe. Then I started thinking about how fun it wouldn't be to open a box of cheerios in the morning and find a winged mouse inside, so I got up and tried to chase it out the front door. I hated to hurt the thing; they eat mosquitoes which makes them my friends, but it wouldn't go out the darn door, and I was getting more tired. So, I got a broom and tried to guide the thing out. Pretty soon, I was playing bat ball. I got it a few times and it slowed way down and finally roosted or whatever from the blinds in the front room. I put on some gloves, dropped it in a brown paper bag and left it on the front lawn. Poor guy, he must not be feeling well, because he's still in there. The girls think he's pretty neat and we had a great lesson on bats and echolocation. Anyway, here are some pictures of our gruesome house guest.