The other night I was almost asleep when Celine nudged me and whispered, “There’s a bat in here.” We watched it fly around the bedroom for a few minutes and then turned on the lights. That’s when it decided it had visited for long enough and went back outside. Celine figures it must have used the gaps in the wall behind the bookshelf to get in and out. We took a blurry Roswellian movie.
The Adventures of Michael and Celine
