OK, so here's what happens in my part of California, what with the paradise-like scenery and warm weather:

Kiddo and I woke up after a stiff night on the front room couch -- because mysteriously our bedroom had a bat fluttering around in it last night, despite all the windows being closed. (Ah, the joys of country life!) The bat then disappeared, again without a window being opened -- even more worrisome. Is it in, or is it out?

Have informed hugsband that my son and I are not sleeping in said accommodation until I can rest assured there are and will continue to be no bats in residence. Rabies is admittedly not probable, but my son did claim to have been bitten the last time we had a bat in that bedroom. With bats able to enter and exit the room at will, we'd have no hope of being to trap the offending critter if it happened again, which means that if one of us did get bitten we'd have to do the regimen of painful injections.

So my morning was a bit grumpy, actually...at least until I got outside and saw the light of morning tinting the hilltops peach and lavender, and little enough frost that I knew I wouldn't have to defrost or scrape to drive the Mini. Then all was well.

Claire