My husband and I were sitting up reading in bed, at 11:30 pm two nights ago. We were chatting when he suddenly started to swat the air like there was a bug.
It wasn’t a bug. It was a bat. In my bedroom. Flying around. Like he owned the joint.
Brave, slightly hysterical husband plus my eldest son captured and released the scared little bastard. But evidence led us to believe he’d been there a few nights. As there are rabid bats in the region, the whole family — my two sons love to crawl into my bed for snuggles — had to get immunized.
Big long scary needles. A comedy of OHIP errors. Me calling all the local pharmacies for the right syringes. Nervous new doctor administering the shots. Really thick, hard to administer serum.
I feel very grateful for socialized medicine which paid for the whole thing.
Still — my bum hurts.
I Don’t Think He Understands What I Do
Sunday Morning Chill-Out
Shaving lessons down the hallway, deep discussions of tsunamis in here. Life is mighty fine.
Black Creek Pioneer Village
At a school BBQ I discovered how the bat impacted all of us
Making the most of the last days of summer.