The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Going Batty

The View from a Drawbridge

So, it’s my second night in my new house. It’s 3a.m. I’m sound asleep. And then I hear this fluttering near my head. A moth? A really big moth? Then it zooms past my head 3 times and leaves the room. A bat. A bat! Mommy! My lovable yet useless dog is cowering in the …

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