Well, when I stepped outside this morning, I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t humid. Unfortunately, it wasn’t at 5am as planned.
I will admit that I went to bed later than I had originally planned but was confident that I’d still be wide awake at four to fuel for my long run. I fell asleep pretty quickly and slept soundly until… until I heard the cat crash into the wall.
I jumped awake and quietly asked the beau if he had heard that too. He did and thought that kitty was chasing a mouse because he had been zooming around for quite a while now. He also said that he heard squeaking. We laid there in silence for about 15 seconds before we heard some scratching and something peeling out across the hardwood floor. The beau then asked if I thought there was a squirrel in our bedroom. I quickly sat up and flicked on the lights, and there was kitty, stalking something behind the bedroom door.
I leaned forward to pull the door closer to me and as I did, up flew a BAT! He zoomed into the living room and began circling in the dark. I screamed. I’m pretty sure the beau made a noise and we both scrambled to follow it. The beau was elected to head to the kitchen to turn on the lights because as mentioned in a previous post, we don’t yet have lights in the actual living room. By the time he made it safely and the lights were on, it was 3:30 and the bat was nowhere to be found. Our quick fix solution: lock the cat in the living room for the rest of the night so that he could stalk the bat and take care of the situation. Instead, he sat by our door and whined all night. Needless to say, the beau and I never fell back to sleep and I opted out of running.
Do I regret the decision not to run after only getting four hours of sleep? Yes.
Do I want to not drink at tonight’s wedding so that I can run tomorrow? No.
Did we ever find that pesky bat? No.
The beau later told me that he heard the bat hit the wall above our heads but thought it was a giant moth. I can just picture him tucked under the covers, thinking of what it could be without me knowing. Imagine if it fell onto our pillows?!
We are both walking around so cautious and afraid of what might fly out at us; it took the beau a few extra minutes to hop in the shower this morning. I later learned that he conducted quite the search before turning on the water. Who knows where he could be.
I’ll keep you posted on the status of this unwanted guest.