A series of traumatic events

Yesterday was HOT! Josh and I decided to stay up late and watch the Olympics downstairs where it was cool before heading upstairs where it was not. So we stayed downstairs I would say until about 10 pm before we headed upstairs. We stayed up until I would say about 11pm or so, watching TV (yea, for Michael Phelps!) and then we decided we were tired and turned off the lights. Not too long afterward, I began hearing this weird noise. Sort of like a flying insect trapped in jar...mixed up with another sound that I did not recognize. Immediately assuming it had something to do with the bats outside of our window, I raised up my head and pulled back the curtain to look out the window. Josh who had already fallen asleep woke up and wondered what I was doing. I told him I was hearing a weird noise. At that moment he also heard the noise and then I FELT something hit my head! Completely terrified, I reverse screamed (you know, inhale instead of exhale, but still with noise) and climbed on top of Josh in my terror. We both jumped off the bed as I'm totally freaking out. (Poor Josh...he was half asleep and I'm not sure he knew what was happening at that point) My entire body was shaking, because I KNOW something just flew into my head. Josh wrapped the bed blankets around me and told me to go downstairs. Which I did, gladly, but I'm surprised I was able to make it without falling my legs were shaking so bad.

A few minutes later Josh came down and assured me that there were no bats in our room, it was probably only a moth and he had killed a little moth. However, I saw the moth...it was not that big. Not big enough for me to have felt what I thought I felt. But by then, I was thinking it must have been partly at least my overactive imagination alongside my intense fear that bats are going to fly in my room and get tangled up in my hair. That can't happen, right?

About 30 minutes or so later we were still awake..it was probably past midnight at that point. Through the light downstairs that was streaming in to our room, I saw something fly into our room. Dear God, let that be a moth. I screeched to Josh that something is flying in our room. He said, "Okay, it's probably just a moth." I folded myself into a little ball and pulled the sheets over me entirely (It was my only defense) as Josh got up and turned on the light. Under the sheet, I heard some flapping wings, some shuffling, and then some squeaking. Then I heard Josh rush down the stairs and go out the back door. From a distance I heard a thump, thump, thump. So as Josh came back up the steps I uncovered my head. We just looked at each other for a long time. And then with my last glimmer of hope I said, "was it a moth?" He looked at me for a long time and said, "I don't want to lie to you...can I lie to you?" Yes...there was a bat in our house...in our room...AND IT FLEW AT MY HEAD!!!

We slept downstairs.

We are calling an exterminator.