Last Night I Nearly Died….

As many of you know, we’ve spent most of the summer in Minnesota with my in-laws.  We are staying in the basement with our dogs.  So last night, while snuggled up watching an episode of Sons of Anarchy (best show eva btw), my dogs start freaking their freak.  Husband turns to me and says “did you see that?!?”

I did.

It was a bat.

Dive bombing us.

So naturally, I took the covers wrapped myself up and hit the deck.

I peeked out once only to see the bat coming straight at me.  And I screamed.

Bloody murder.

I had good reason for thinking my life was over.

A few months back my father in law had a dicey encounter with a bat in the garage and had to get a bazillion, painful rabies shots. 

Thankfully, my handsome hubby saved my life. 

Needless to say, I had a hard time falling asleep.  I kept dreaming that a bat was tangled in my hair and that I had to get rabies shots in my face.  (why my face? cuz my dreams like to freak me out)

Then I had a dream that another bat was dive bombing me, this time in the pitch dark.

Then I heard my dogs bark.

Then I saw my husband running around.

Then I realized this was not a dream.

It was another bat dive bombing me AS I SLEPT.

I died right then and there.

the end.

Husband came to the rescue again and actually said to me in my half awake stupor: “nothing is happening, you’re fine, go back to sleep”

Go back to sleep?

Not in a million years, my friend.  Not even if you drugged me.