The wombat-mutant-giant-moth-vampire bat from Satan's lair flew into the living room last night when we were mid conversation. Jamin was readying Aiden with the usual bedtime routines and I was sitting, perched in my usual spot on the couch nursing Emerson. All the while, we were both, in the back of our minds, praying for a smooth bedtime surrender from both children, oblivious something else was being planned- an attack on our very house from the outside. 

Aiden went back into his bedroom, while Chloe waited patiently at the back door to rejoin the family unit. Jamin, passing by, opened the door, and Chloe entered. As he was closing it, this giant thing, slipped in at the last moment, and I realized, much to my utmost horror, that this attack had been well planned and was now being executed by the most frightening night time creature I have ever laid eyes upon. We are accustomed to the occasional small visitors flitting about in our living room, and bumping softly into our lamp shades, drawn to the light at night. I've even had a frog once, and a lizard, too... caught them and placed them back in their natural habitat before Chloe, the pouncing predator noticed. Only this time, this...thing, was too large to go unnoticed, as soon as it entered our home. 

I want everyone reading right now, to hold up their foot and look at it. Take a good long look. If you wear a shoe size 7.5, this is how large the intruder was. I think I held up my foot as it passed by in slow motion for a true comparison, and it was pretty much right on, as far as sizing matters go.  

"WHAT IS THAT!" I yelped as Jamin closed the door, and all mayhem broke loose. The flying mutant wombat began grazing our heads dangerously, flitting in and out of curtains and making half hearted landing attempts on the floor, only to be strongly discouraged by Chloe who snapped dangerously at the animal. It was black. And it looked like a bat. But it flapped its wings like a moth. And it was shaped like a roach. But it looked like nothing I have ever seen. Words cannot describe, the true appearance of the terrifying creature, and I think I may call National Geographic to document our brush with death. 

Aiden, in his room picking out books to read, was miffed at the commotion coming from the living room. I was trapped on the couch with a sleepy baby, but promptly lept from my spot and ran into the kitchen as it began swooping, for death bites, I am sure. Jamin let out a few cries of surprise while he swatted at it, with a mix of manly protector determination and fear that the thing may swoop down and suck all the blood from his body. I think both of us slightly feared we may actually catch it, and the explosion of bodily fluids from the whale with wings would then splatter, contaminating the entire room.

It landed behind my giant burlap curtains next to the door and let our a slight screech, and when we lifted back the panel to get a closer look, Jamin opened the door for it to flit spastically back out, just as quickly as it came.

A mutant roach making its debut from the Auburn pest control center where they constantly try to better the community by exterminating such creatures? A mutant bat from Africa migrating east where the predators are fewer and the moths plentiful? An alien? 

We will never know, and I never want to see it near my house, again.