{pretty hot, I know}
Joel successfully took care of the bat with a bat (he had opened the front door in hopes it would leave peacefully but 'twas not happening). While he was upstairs trying to get it though, it got away and flew downstairs into the living room straight toward me (or so it seemed). I screamed bloody murder, and as evidenced above, spilled my wine all over myself as I dashed toward our sunroom (back left) and slammed the door. I don't remember the last time I was so frightened, my heart was beating out of my chest! Joel said he has never heard a more genuine, blood-curdling scream, that it topped anything he'd heard in a horror film - haha! Pretty ridiculous. Thank God Joel was home because obviously I wouldn't have been able to remedy the situation on my own. I was quite impressed (and turned on) by my man swooping in and saving the day.
Has this ever happened to you guys? What did you do? I'm hoping to never encounter a bat indoors again, though it did make for a photo that many people seem to have gotten quite a kick out of.
