I, quietly, got up (don't want to alert the "whatever is in there" and was intent on letting "sleeping dogs lie"). As I got to the Library door, I was met by something....a low-flying "object" flew over my head, and then began flying haphazardly and bouncing around the ceiling.
Whatever it was/is (about the size of a hummingbird, or bat???, or very large locust)
it flew into the fake ferns that sit on top of the high bookshelves in our LR, and hid for a second. It flew above the ceiling fans...careful not to get caught in the rotating blades. I opened the French door from the LR onto the front porch....and no, it did not fly out.
Into the DR it flew.....then into the back door entry hall. I got my broom (yes, the same one I use when I put on my tall, pointed, black hat!). I opened the back door, wide, and tried to invite it out. Away it flew....back into the DR. Now, it's a little after 4:00 a.m., still very dark outside, and I'm in the house with both the front door and the back door standing wide open. I do have my broom in hand (for protection) if something else comes in!! (What am I thinking.....I can't get what's in here, out!!)
Just as suddenly as it all started ......it stopped. The house was quiet. What happened to "it"? Where did "it" go? Is "it" still inside? What was "it"? How did "it" get in, to begin with? I don't have the answer to any of those questions.
I closed and locked both doors, and sat back down in my chair....with my now cold cup of coffee.
And then my mind turned to things we women think about. If it's a bird....I hope it didn't "poop"......and if it's a locust, please don't shed that shell in my house!!
If only I had a cat.........
