My name is Damaris Oketch, and I never thought I would one day be afraid of my own house. It all started about two years ago when a bat flew into my sitting room late at night. I panicked, screamed, and ran outside until my neighbor helped me chase it away.
I thought it was a one-time incident — maybe the bat got lost. But a week later, another one came. Then another. Sometimes they would appear around dusk, sometimes late at night. I would hear them flapping above the ceiling or circling the bulbs in my living room.READ FULL STORY.