De bat fly in me face

After a sleep-interrupting round of thunderstorms between midnight and one this morning, we had a visitor in the loft. I was just getting back to sleep around two-thirty when I heard the soft beating of wings. I knew it was a bat. It wasn't the first one. Callie heard it, too, and started to whine.

It's been so dry that the daisies wither very soon after opening.

I got up and turned on a light and, sure enough, a bat flew over my head to the other end of the room, spun around, and came back toward me. Callie started barking, loudly, and jumping around trying to catch it. We opened the windows wide and I used a t-shirt to try to steer the bat toward one of them. At one point I tossed the t-shirt into the air. It landed on a beam several feet above my head (one of those recurring instances of "I couldn't have made that shot if I was trying"). After about five minutes (and Ken taking Callie downstairs), the bat finally found a window and was gone. I don't think I got back to sleep until around four.