As I was thinking about all the weird stuff that we have encountered at our house the most disturbing has got to be the bats and the birds that have found their way in.
Alright, so I am a pretty schedule oriented person and I know what should happen when, more specifically, morning routines. Tom is up at 4:25 most mornings, rises soon after the alarm goes off, goes downstairs and feeds the boys. After that he is in the shower and then back upstairs to get dressed for work. Well this one particular morning I was keeping track of the routine and there was a long period of time between Tom getting out of the shower and coming up to dress...in fact, he never did come upstairs.
So, I am pretty sure that something is not quite right so I make my way down the stairs and open the door and Tom is standing in the hallway waiting for me to look out and he tells me
"You might want to go back upstairs. There is a bat in the house".
I don't need to be told twice, I immediately went back upstairs and stayed there until Tom said the coast was clear.
It was hard to say if the bat was really gone, but it certainly wasn't making it's presence known. So when Tom did finally come back upstairs I asked him how he knew there was a bat and he said it was Decaf. Decaf was sitting on the arm of the couch and tracking the bat flying around the living room...good boy! Can't catch him though, but at least Tom got the clue and figured it out before I was to rise and get ready for my day.
I am pretty sure that I was ready for work lickety-split that day...can't risk another bat situation.