Okay. Lawyers. Christians. Witches. Bears. Now bats. Well one bat anyway. Last night as I slept the sleep of the righteous, I was awakend by a fluttering in my room. And a "thumpa-thumpa" on my bed. My cat was chasing a bat. Not a big-ass moth, not a dragonfly, a bat. It was circling above my bed. I grabbed a handy chapeau (I know, it's a myth that they want to make a nest in your hair) and a broom, turned on the light and whisked it out of my room. The cat, Louis for those of you who don't know, hid under the dining room table. I lay awake most of the night waiting for the next chapter of being set upon by bats.

This morning, I looked in every corner, wondering where the thing was. I only had to wait a minute or so when I heard Louis crying and trying to get up to the top of the kitchen window. The creature spotted, I went straight to the handy internet to see what I should do. then I did what any strong-willed, independent, fearless woman would do: I called my 74-year-old father and asked him to come over to help me get rid of the thing.

So as I wait for him - I'm hiding in my office, really - I'm thinking about witches. Another spell cast upon me perhaps? Or am I just getting jungle fever?

Stay tuned.

Thanks and good luck.