Alright.  Enough is enough.

One bat swooping through my room was bad.  Another one, four nights later, is absolutely, ridiculously unreasonable. 

And then my husband found this on the Internet:

If you wake up from sleeping and find a bat in your bedroom, it’s possible that you have been bitten and may not know it.  Bats teeth are very small and razor sharp.  You could be infected with rabies and need to see a doctor to receive a series of rabies vaccines immediately.

What?

I called our doctor to see how serious this Internet claim was and lo and behold, yep, we are indeed the lucky winners and all five of us were sent to the ER to receive a set of immune globulin shots and begin our series of rabies vaccines. 

The first night:  four shots each, one in both arms and one in both legs.  My husband got a fifth bonus shot in the old gluteus maximus. 

Good times.

We get another shot on day 3, then day 7, then day 14 after the initial dose.  We’re all looking forward to these visits, as you can imagine.  It’s adding a lot of fun to our summer.  Also, my kids keep telling everyone we have rabies.  We’re not getting many play date calls this week.

And yes, we did call the Bat B Gone Guy to help us sort the swoopers out.  I don’t mind sharing my toys, but sharing my bedroom with a bat is taking generosity a bit too far.

And no, I’m not heading to the cottage this weekend.  Chicago, here we come.

photo credit:  bistrosavage