Slumbering in a restful and much needed sleep, I was abruptly awakened by my oldest child calling to me, her voice felt tight and although she maintained her volume, I could hear how frantic she really felt.
My feet hit the floor and I stepped the short distance from my room to hers in our small apartment when I saw a stealth fighter careen past me nearly sideswiping the side of my face.
I yelped and ducked, my own voice struggling as the enemy banked and came back right at us and darted to the left swooping just above my other two sleeping babies.
The evil doer made another maneuver and came right back at me in intimidation and it worked, I dashed for cover, when it followed me to Sarah's room, we made our way quickly out and closed the door.
Gaining some time for actual thought, and the slumber definitely gone from my mind, eyes, limbs now replaced with adrenaline, we formed a plan.

Plan A: Call Matthew. This was discussed only because it was the first formed thought I had and since it was 2 am and he was 9 hours away, it was dismissed.
Plan B: Call the police. Well, the last two months we had to call the police twice. Once when drunk decided to use my car as his latrine, and another when at 10 pm to 1 am, a group of teens decided to play ding-dong-dash at my and my neighbor's doorbell. (prior to this we have lived here 2 years with no police calls)So since we didn't want to become the type of people to call consistently to the town police, we axed this as well. Plus, we weren't sure if they would be able to help.
"Yes hello...this is the gal who had the pee car and the door bell rung, well now I have a bat in the house. Can you come arrest it for trespassing?"
Plan C: Call a pest control. This is a possibility, but since it was the middle of the night AND we felt in control of our destinies, we opted to save our money and remove the airborne beast ourselves.
Final Plan: Look up instructions on how to remove a bat from your home.
We found a site and followed the directions.
They said to leave the lights on, get the bat located in one room, contain them there with one open window and it will finally fly out the window.
What they didn’t realize was we were not brave super heroes. We originally thought we were, but we weren’t, we were broom wielding, sheet covered girls who screamed and flopped to the floor imagining the fanged creature gripping and biting us repeatedly.
I will admit, when it landed our hearts left our throat and we actually seen that the hamster we have for a pet was bigger than this flying mouse.

Our caper finally ended when the bat, after forty minutes of terrorizing us, found the window and flew out. My masked, well sheeted girl, closed the window and told me it was safe to crawl out from under the table. Where I had took residence for the time we had company.