It was last August. I had a one month old. It looked like poo. Then Ben took a picture and here it is up close. Gag me with a spoon. Gagga-maggot. It totally freaked me out.
I'm sure you see where this is going.
I came home yesterday only to find.... a bat on the kitchen floor. Was it alive? Dead? feeding off the blood of some innocent person? (Ben told me that vampires aren't bats. I say he's wrong, it's just that not ALL vampires are bats.) Anyway, the dogs are outside, G is napping in his room (this time not locked in with the bat) and I'm.... peering out of our bedroom door to watch the vampire (who did not show up with a fancy car or presents or anything. Maybe because it was day time?) Then... it moved. I FREAKED OUT. Called ben and said, "I need you to come home right now. Emergency." I'm sure if you have a kid that's not a call you want. I assured him of the bat situation.
And how much does that look like a pile of poo?