blue_stiletto, posts by tag: hellfire and damnation - LiveJournal (original) (raw)

God this is such bullshit.

It is complete and utter crap that I have to be afraid to sleep in my own bedroom because some nightmare rodent from hell might drop out of the ceiling into my bed.

I've slept the last two nights on the TV room sofa (which by the way is stuffy, cramped, and smelly) because I can't bear to be up in the loft since having a bat fall ONTO MY HEAD. Yes, I mean that literally. It fell onto the back of my head while I was laying in bed reading, and then flopped around on my sheets for a few before flying around the room.

And it pisses me off that nobody else seems to be concerned about it. Rachel hides in her room when they start flying around. I know Matt's sick of being forced to keep catching them. And Michael said he was going to get some foam stuff to seal up the openings in the paneling, but he hasn't done it. i would do it myself except 1. i had to put gas in the Jeep and I'm out of money now and 2. I don't know what the stuff is that he's talking about, or where to get it.

And he's certainly in no damn hurry to get the bats out of here at all, which seems ridiculous. I understand that he loves animals, and he thinks the bats are cool, and doesn't want to call an exterminator. Fine, build some bat houses and seal off the chimney so they find a new place to live! It seems a lot more cruel leaving them to their own devices to crawl into the insulation and get stuck in the walls to starve, so when they finally crawl out into my bedroom to freak me the fuck out, they're emaciated and can barely fly.

The first time it happened, it was a bit of a lark. The second time, a minor annoyance. Now, it's just about every other day, and sometimes multiple times in a single night.

I don't want a bat, which could be flea or disease-ridden, biting me or my cat. And I didn't used to be scared of them. I liked them to a certain extent, but now I have to hear them making sonic squeaks and scrabbling behind the walls all day and night, or waking up in the middle of the night to hear the sound of wings 2 feet from my head, and I can't even sleep in my own bed now. And it pisses me the hell off.

I would move out tomorrow if I had anywhere to go or any money to do it with... but I've got nothing except a shitload of frustration and 4 cats stalking what may or may not be another bat in my bedroom.

Fuck my life.