I'm glad this picture is a little fuzzy -- it is just too disgusting to look at. Anyway it's true, I woke up to the screeching of a bat above my head so naturally, I started sleeping with a tennis raquet, in my hand. Well Jer has a wicked forehand (he got it right out of the air after one or two swings and a few sleepless nights)-- and now my old tennis raquet is officially retired. Look at all that fur-- so gross.