Damn that horror bat

Fen, Crown Prince of Procrastination, will now tell you a funny story:

Yesterday morning, I was sitting innocently before the computer, doing more genealogy research when I heard a strange and spine-tingling noise. From somewhere behind my back there erupted a sudden groaning, a subtle creaking of wood and then a horrific, inorganic, rushing roar. I rose from my chair just in time to see the corner bookshelf topple onto the table by the window.

Books spilled near and far. The lamp crashed to the floor. Jigsaw puzzle boxes bounced off the table and emptied their contents at my feet. I watched in mute shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

Liz called out from the living room, "What the hell was that?"

Remember those bookshelves I was going to move before the termites ate the floor from beneath them?

Yeah, well...

They're in the kitchen now.