Ripley's Believe It or Not

I wish I had photographic evidence, but I don't. You'll just have to believe me. I was sleeping peacefully on Friday night when all of the sudden Jared practically levitated off of the bed and yelled that something was in the room. We checked and didn't see anything (as much as either of us could see without our glasses) and tried to go back to sleep. Eyes wide open, we laid there and yes, there was definitely something crawling around. We saw a little blur cross in front of the door. We turned on the lights, Jared grabbed a plunger, I grabbed a coat hanger, and we both put on glasses. So vulnerable trying to combat an intruder without eyesight. We ventured into the den and discovered that we had a small flying squirrel in the apartment. It was fast to say the least. And thankfully, we ventured into "A Christmas Vacation" territory as the flying squirrel (which we later dubbed 'Peanut') climbed up the Christmas tree and then onto and around the curtains. Jared got a good swat at the little guy with the plunger and managed to touch everything else I hold dear with the already-been-used-dirty-toilet-thing while I spanked Peanut once with the coat hanger. Eventually we cornered him and I plopped a trashcan over him. We slid him across the floor and then threw him out the door. I looked for him in the morning, but didn't find him outside. He must be resilient. Last night we slept with the bedroom door closed and towels stuffed in the crack. So, if he had managed to come in the apartment through the bedroom, I guess he would have been stuck in the room with us all night. Hmmm. At least my sponsor will believe me. She said that she and her husband had flying squirrels coming down the fireplace and launching off of the mantel. Oh, little Peanut, please don't come back to visit.