Trauma...life on Isaak Lane (warning, this sounds like a psychotic break, don't read if judgmental of psychoses)
as conrad woke up to go to work this morning, i heard the usual purring--or something, i don't know how to describe it, cooing maybe?--from the attic. as i was getting ready to wake up about 8:30, i heard the rockchucks running rampant in the inards (word?sp?) of our home, up down, all around. i was frustrated when i woke up. kinda depressed. this didn't help. i got daring and opened the door to the cellar, where the stink comes in (when i walked in last night, it was definitely pungent, annoying!). i had a flashlight cuz the light doesn't hit the landing at the top, and what did i see, but tons of poop!!! i'm grossed out, disgusted, annoyed that my house reeks, etc., etc. i went on a walk to settle down and get my bearings. as i listened to the worship music on my shuffle, it got a little better, but still annoyed. i did a few things to get stuff ready for angela's party tonight and church picnic tomorrow. i took one load out to my car and came back in, went to the kitchen for something and back around through the dining room. what the heck was that big black mass crawling in front of my front door? first thought--tarantula. a second later after i looked closely--a bat. i screamed a blood-curdling scream and started bawling. i didn't know what to do. i didn't want to touch it, cuz they have disease. but it's crawling all over my living room floor. i started hyperventilating and called conrad's phone. he didn't answer so i kept screaming and crying all over the house trying to figure out what to do. MY HOUSE IS INFESTED!!!! i found a box and put it over the bat before it crawled under my loveseat and put a hose on it to weigh it down. conrad called back only to talk to his hyperventilating crying hysterically wife who told him there was a bat in the house. as i was talking to him, i was looking in the dining room and saw some black marks on the wall close to the ceiling and told conrad about it, thinking it may have been where the bat's been. i'm standing three feet from the window, look down, and scream into the phone and start crying even harder, and yell "there's another one!!!!!!". there's another bat sleeping behind the curtain, hanging from the casing. at this point, i'm ready to move out with the cows. conrad said to just leave and he'd call his uncle. we hung up, i grabbed the rest of my stuff and got the hell out of that house. one would have to wonder, do humans even live there? yes. are they controlled by animals? yes. so i drove to poky and about halfway caught my breath and stopped crying. i was mad and grossed out. how many more bats and other things are there? why does my house have to be infested? it's sick. conrad called later to say his uncle is looking for a fumigator. hopefully we'll get to the bottom of this animal problem. until then, please pray for my emotional stability.