Day 17 of rejection

As strange a sight as ever was to be seen at 1:30 this morning. Black as could be our doorway was the only illumination to be seen on the street. I had just been laying on the dinning room sofa when I came back to reality. Lost in the adventures at Mansfield Park, I was brought back to life by the sound of rapid wing movement. I had been hearing it for more than ten minutes and just assumed it was a trapped June bug, until the noise got considerably louder and closer to my face. I look up and see a bat in the house! Upon further inquiry I noticed that it was not a bat at all, but the largest moth I had ever seen!! I was not going to lie around and wait for it to get stuck in my hair so I opened the door. Biology is not my strong point so I do not remember learning whether or not bugs have brains. Most of the time they just fly out the door, but this one did not. Standing in the kitchen I decided that the best way to shoo it was to throw stuff at it; an Easter egg, candy bars, utensils, dog treats. Nothing worked. It just stayed on the computer chair. I got the broom and tried to chase it out. NOTHING. I'm sure if anybody drove by this would be a sight to see. Wanting to get back to my book I shut out all the lights and ran to my room after leaving my parents a note to dispose of the blood sucking moth in the kitchen. I haven't been staying up late and I haven't been reading. This book was just sitting among my collection and I realized that I hadn't read it yet. I am a Jane Austen fan, as most literature loving girls are. It is divided up into three volumes. I was almost done with the 2ND at the time of the moth incident. So I decided to finish up that volume and save the 3rd for tomorrow. Forgetting the plan I kept reading. My brain was too caught up in their circumstances to think of my own. I was about 50 pages shy of being done with the 3rd volume when I checked to see if I had time to finish it before an indecent hour of the morning. When I was that my clock said 4:00 AM I decided that I better go to bed. I woke up and finished the book and was not disappointed whatsoever. There was more drama in this book than any of her others. Pride and Prejudice was a great book, don't get me wrong, still my favorite, but the development of the characters in this novel was worth the length. I am about the fall into my next adventure and I figured that I better write this before starting that one or this would never get published. My evening is committed to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and where ever he decides to take me. Surprisingly, I have not read him before.