Things that go bump in the night

The noise is still there.

Really.  WTF.

I heard it all last night while I was home.  Alone.

When the hubs finally got home, it continued.

He still didn't hear it, but I assure you, it's there.

When we went to bed I was about to open Jamie's door for the night when I heard what sounded like something hit the window.  Then it happened again followed by lots of the horrid screechy sounds.

Convinced whatever it is may now be flying around my home I step back into our room and shut the door.

Out of sight out of mind right?

After a few minutes we finally decided we should probably go investigate.

And by we I mean my husband.  I stood in the bathroom.  With the door closed.

Armed with an ice scraper from the car (hey, it's all we had) and a towel my husband goes to check it out.  I finally got brave enough to leave my hiding place.  Nothing.  We don't see anything, but occasionally I can still hear it and it's still coming from the fireplace.

Defeated we go to bed.

This morning I didn't see anything.  But I'm convinced there is something in my house.  I haven't seen it so I can't be exactly sure what it is, but based on yesterdays incident, chances are pretty good that it's a bat.  Or bats.

And to make matters worse (could it really get any worse?) we are leaving for Ohio today.  And won't be back until Tuesday.  As if spending 10 plus hours in a car with a 10 1/2 month old wasn't stressing me out enough, now I have to fear I'm giving god knows what freedom to party it up in my home for SIX days unattended.  I don't think so.  I got on the phone with some people at Critter Control.  Not an easy task I tell ya.  You tell someone you think it's bats and they laugh in your face and then hang up kindly refer you to someone else.  Thankfully I found someone willing to come out this morning, for a hefty fee, which doesn't include removal once said noise maker is found.  It's basically just to get them in the door.

Upon his arrival he confirms my suspicions.

Bats.  Lots of Bats.  He uses the word colony.  I don't know how many that even means, but one is too many in my book so this is definitely not good.  He can at least pinpoint where they are entering from the outside and where they are then getting into our house.  So that's a plus.  He's going to plug up the house entry point, but he can't do anything about the exterior entry point until August.  That's a month away people.  That's an entire 30 plus days of listening to a noise that I now know exactly what it is.  And I know he's going to stop them from getting into the house, but how well do you think I'm actually going to sleep at night now?  Where there's a will there's a way and I won't be convinced they can't just find some other gateway into my house.

Sigh.  I'm not usually one to be all "woe is me."  But really.  Haven't we had enough go wrong in our lives lately.  When's it my turn for rainbows and unicorns??