It wasn't a bat that I saw in the small refrigerator where I store grains and pastas IN ORDER TO KEEP THEM PROTECTED FROM BUGS AND RODENTS- YEAH, THAT'S REALLY WORKING OUT WELL, ISN'T IT? It was a mouse.
Now I swear to God that what I saw last night was black and had wings. Was I hallucinating? Was there really a bat in there which flew away when I turned my back to get a towel? Or had the bat just landed there and THEN flew away because the refrigerator was already inhabited by a mouse?
Ah. The eternal mysteries of my life.
Anyway, Mr. Moon got down there and tried to catch the mouse (whom he described as "just walking around the shelves," but the mouse was quick and scurried under the big refrigerator. Now how a mouse got into the damn kitchen appliance is a mystery but besides being fast, those creatures are wily. And that word always reminds me of the family doctor we had when I was a child whose name was- and I kid you not- Wiley Koon. There was also a funeral home in Winter Haven whose name was Crisp-Koon.
It's probably still there.
But I digress.
So. After Mr. Moon bravely scared the mouse under the refrigerator (where it still is, I presume), I cleaned out the tiny refrigerator and threw away a great deal of grains and pasta. Dammit. Also a mason jar labeled Do Not Drink! For Topical Use Only! which may or may not have contained illegal medicinal substances. But I've never used it for any purpose whatsoever so I threw it down the sink.
The fun never ends here, does it? Nor does the wildlife in the house.
Well. Sleep tight everyone.
See you in the morning.