I am a horrible, awful person.

When I woke up this morning I went downstairs to get some crackers and two pain pills for Art. I went back upstairs and put them by his bed; he was awake (as he had been on and off the entire night) so I told him that he should eat a couple of crackers and take his pain medication. I went back downstairs to shower and get ready for the day but when I walked into the kitchen I was greeted by a fast and low flying bat. In proper fashion I hit the floor and stayed there, cowering in front of the refrigerator. The bat finally landed on the kitchen wall above the doorway to the dining room. What I should have done was put on my big girl panties, retrieved our new bat-catching net and used it to capture the bat; it wasn't even flying around at this point, it was just hanging on the wall.

I didn't do this. What I am about to tell you is shameful, absolutely shameful.

I went upstairs and got Art. Yes, he was in a lot of pain; yes, he didn't sleep well because he was so uncomfortable; yes, I am a whiney bitch.

Art used the bat net and it worked like a charm. He then made some eggs, took some pain pills and went back to bed.

I am ashamed of myself. But, honestly, I would do it all over again.