What is all this?

I woke up in the middle of the night, not with one bat in my bedroom, but an army of bats. I counted five bats swooping around me. 

I ran down to my office. You never saw me move so fast. I was a gazelle.

Safe, I closed the office door behind me only to find that there was a bat already in my office.

I opened the door I had closed so it could get out of the office.

I opened my front door and left it wide open so they could all get out.

I still heard activity outside my office.

To my credit, I started Godwriting. Yes, a Heavenletter was written down.  There is no circumstance that prevents us from Godwriting.

Of course, I wonder what is going on? First a woodchuck. Now an army of bats. How did the bats get in? Are they out?

Is there a meaning here? If so, what is it?


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That does it. I will not be coming home for a visit. Who knows what "pets" you will have attracted??!!

What did Teeny think about your new animal companions?

Wonderful!It looks like a gothic tale.

Beloved Emilia, if only you had been here to be part of this Gothic tale!

Lauren, I believe this sort of thing is the landlady's responsibility, and you must take care of it.

As for Teeny, he was out carousing, came in at about 6 a.m. and seems to be quite unaware of the situation.

AAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HEH HE HEH EH ha ha ha ha ha ha heh heh heh heh BWAH HAH HA HAHA HAH HAH HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha he he he he he he (tears of laughter streaming down face) he he he he he

Have you left the window open for Chucky to get out? Is it STILL OPEN?
Maybe while out in the wilderness of Fairfield, he likely chatted to some of his furry friends and let them know there was a fabulous place to visit, where God hangs out all the time.
If you encounter them again, open a few windows, turn out the lights (very important), and they will leave. Or you could hand up a Bat House for them.(outside)
The good news is, you won't have any insects to concern yourself about!
Maybe they are all coming to bid you farewell.

Beloved Lynda, Chucky's window was closed long ago. Yet it is very possible that that is how the bats got in!

I will find out about bat houses!

Beloved Bev Herman,

If the bats had come to your place, they would be happy on your shoulders, and you would be feeding them, naming them, and having such a good time, and writing quite a different story about them. I can see it now!

Dear Gloria, a very successful pianist named Liz Story used to keep a fruit bat as a pet. When she would go on tour, Batty slept in the fridge. :-)

While we lived in Fairfield on the lake I hung a bat house, but the bats frowned upon prefab project housing. They preferred our roof/ceiling. I seem to have gotten the love of odd animals gene; I like bats! I also like Beluga whales, chinchillas, have petted snakes on purpose...

Kelly, what a story about the pianist. How precious! I happen to know you also love cats!

I love bats from afar!

So far it seems that the visitors last night have all left. Last night was fine. Today is fine.

If they should return, I will suggest that they visit you and/or your mom! (Beverly Herman)

Thanks for posting, Kelly. Soooo nice to hear from you.

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