I think this takes the cake for me. Sitting here with dog on my lap trying to find something to watch on Netflix. Next thing you know, something is flying around the living room. Cue me letting a good scream go.
This is an 8th floor apartment. Dog is starting to freak out, as am I. We have screens on all our window.
It is a bat, which completely panics me with thoughts of rabies etc. Dog is barking and growling, DH keeps saying it is a bird, I am shrieking it is a bat. DH is using my warm throw to try and catch it, which he thinks he has done on the floor under a table.
I am trying to be brave but my heart is absolutely pounding. Standing behind DH and trying to keep vicious maltipoo (ha ha) back, the bat suddenly escapes across the carpet and flies out the balcony door, which I promptly closed tight. It was a bat, absolutely, and quite a big one.
OMG that woke me up. Poor dog is still on high alert letting out little woofs and growls.
How and why the poor creature got in we do not know. I do not want a repeat! Outside fine, in my apartment no.