So we don’t have the most organized storage room. We have made attempts, but it is not something I find high on my priority list. Organizing the storage room goes something like this: One of us can’t find this or that so we go down and start putting things in place until we find what we are looking for. So I was looking for my Halloween decorations and couldn’t find them. I knew that Jamon must have put them somewhere when he was “organizing,” so we went down together to look for them. As we were “organizing,” we starting putting all our duffle bags in a pile (does anyone else have tons of duffle bags?). Jamon then said “No way, you’ll never believe what I just found.” I started thinking what have we been missing. I spouted off some guess’s, but was not prepared for what he found.
A Bat.
a dead Bat
Not just a dead bat, but a nicely preserved dead bat.
We still don’t know how he got into our house. Did we by chance leave the garage door, the door to the house and the storage room door open at the same time, at night when the lights were out in the house? Or did the bat fly through a vent? Doesn’t matter, it’s gross no matter how he got into our house. My mom told me to put it in a jar for Halloween. I probably should have, but at the time it was just gross.
Spooky Halloween coincidence: We had just been watching Jeff Corwin on Netflix about bats. Not kidding. We went straight to the storage room after the episode. Oooo-Oooo-Oooo!