As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw something black fly through the living room. Oh, I thought, there's a bird in the house.
A black bird...
|This was the only bat picture I could stand.|
Only it wasn't that smooth. Because the screen door was latched. So I continued emitting screams as I struggled with the latch and THEN I ran out the front door.
Running for help (feeling very much like I was starring in my own horror movie), I banged on a neighbor's door and - luckily - a zombie didn't answer. My neighbor came over and chased the bat out of the house. Because - did I mention? - LARRY WASN'T HOME. He left his 3 youngest kids with a woman who apparently does not possess enough maternal instinct to save her children before herself. How neglectful IS he, anyway?
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[mom image: Lay Out Locator]