Me being a little batty is probably no surprise to those who know me,
but this time it has nothing to do with my crazy behavior.
It's a real bat!
He/she is hiding in a corner by my front door.
Not a good thing, is it?
How can something so soft-looking be so creepy!
My hubby thought it would be funny if it flew off (or at me)
while I was hurrying to take a photo of it.
Not a funny thing at all!
Hopefully, it will be gone by the morning or I'm not sure what I'll do.
By the way...
There's a picnic in my future that will include a:
a red barbecue