Everything was going really great until we saw the football sized bat hanging in the tree above the tent. It was… bigger than a football. And looked… kindof dead. But still, if there was a bat that size in the tree, there must have been more that size elsewhere, right?
This sighting triggered my first ever panic attack, where I couldn’t breathe properly and I came scary close to passing out and throwing up. All at the same time!
That’s when we got out the binoculars and discovered that the bat was, indeed, PLASTIC.
A practical joke, left by some previous campers.
It was just enough to leave me feeling frazzled and off kilter.
The park ranger lady didn’t have a pole long enough to get it down out of the tree, so I had to watch it sway up in the branches the rest of the evening, remembering the feeling I got upon seeing it for the first time– the feeling that, oh! monsters were actually real afterall! and also, I was going to DIE BY BAT.
After that, things evened out for awhile. We walked and played by the creek and had a grand ol’ time roasting marshmallows and making smores. Ezra had worn me so thin during the day of excitement with all his LOUD and non-stop talking/questions/attitude, that I could not WAIT to get him into bed and fall onto my pillow in the camping trailer as well. Myer had also chosen to replace his normal naps with bouts of screeching instead, so I was worn to the bone.
I read Ezra some stories, got Myer to finally pass out on the bed next to me, turned out the lights, and crawled into bed with my headlamp and my book. I was just falling asleep when…
scritch scritch scritch
scritch scritch scritch scritch scritch scritch
“What is that kooky noise?”, I thought sleepily to myself.
Then I sat straight up in bed and switched my head lamp back on. My blood ran cold.
The light from my headlamp spotted one of them on the sink next to the bed Ezra was sleeping in.
IN THE TRAILER. Where the boys and I were sleeping.
I ran out to the tent to alert my parents that I was about to die for the second time that day.
After much debate, my dad ended up sleeping in the trailer with one dog (mouse protection), and my mom and me and the kids piled into the tent with the other dog. (bat protection)
The boys and the dogs slept great.
The adults? Not so much.
The next day we played by the creek some more, drank yummy camping coffee, then decided to pack up early and head out.
After a 12 hour sleep the next night, safe in the bed at my parent’s house, I think I may be almost back to normal.