It Doesn't Hurt to be Prepared

Art just called me to say that he will have to work late again tonight. I reminded him about the bat and he said "oh, I completely forgot about that!" of course that didn't change the fact that he would still be coming home late. I have turned on every light in every room and hallway that I might pass through as a preventative measure. I know that bats have sonar and the chance of them actually hitting me and getting caught in my hair is damn near impossible, but the lights will remain on in the event that this particular bat's sonar is broken or malfunctions at the crucial moment of avoiding my head. Art laughed at me when I told him all the lights were on. I'll be the one laughing later when he will attempt to shoo the bat outside with a towel and screaming like a little girl.