My husband was away. Daughter and I decided to watch the original Jurassic Park movie. It's scarier than I remember and much scarier than the recent remake. I was also keeping my eyes on the weather radar as severe thunderstorms were expected to roll in. The herd was out but we had the barn set up so I could run out and let them in if needed.
We were in the middle of a very scary scene when I realized the radar was blank, which didn't seem right. I clicked to another view and the huge thunderstorm was right on the edge of being here. I jumped up, ran to the laundry room, and asked my daughter to come with me. I was spooked by the velociraptors!
I was standing by the back door pulling my boots on when my daughter walked in and said "What is THAT?"
"What?"
"That big thing on the wall above your head."
I looked up and there was a big flying roach sitting on the wall. I grabbed the fly swatter and tried to swat it. (our resident insect rescuer was away, which is always when this kind of thing happens)
The poor thing flew at me and I screamed the most blood-curdling scream you can imagine. (my throat hurt the rest of the night) It disappeared for a minute during which I thought it was ON ME. But daughter found it in the sink and tossed it out the back door. It flew back in two times!
Meanwhile lightning was flashing and I ran out to the barn thinking dear daughter was right behind me. She wasn't! The horses and donkeys were in the back field snorting but they refused to come in. I paced back and forth, still spooked by the movie, now doubly spooked by the velociroach.
Calling as the wind whipped up and lightning came closer.
Finally the goofballs came in and I got them situated and then headed into the house moments before the deluge.
We finished the movie but were still wide awake. So we watched a Game of Thrones episode. I got in bed at 2 a.m. and slept like a baby until 6 when Mystic kit-meow woke me up, Kyra Corgi started woofing for breakfast, and the day's feeding began.