Another Wow?

I am freaking traumatized. I have no other way to express this irrational behavior.

Two nights ago, a bat somehow got into my house. It was flying around at nearly 2:00AM.

It frightened me horrifically. Not in a "bats are hellspawn, and this is an indication that I'm under attack" sort of frightened. In the "holy crap, there is a freaking bat swarming at my head from nowhere... while I'm in my house" sorta way. (I admit that those were not the exact words I used.)

I dove around more that night then I have since playing dodgeball with people back in high school. If I were watching myself, I would have died laughing. However, I was ducking the swoops of the bat, so at the time? Not that funny.

It took me forever to come down off of that high of sorts.

Worse? The next morning, when retrieving jeans from my closet, I went to open my closet door and in reaching for the handle... the bat attack scene from the beginning of Batman flashed before my eyes. It took me a full minute to get over that image and open the door... which, of course, I opened at an angle and ducked around the corner as soon as I twisted the handle.

But tonight? Every little flicker of light, every indication of movement in the next room, puts me on edge.

Not cool.

I do not approve of this.

Anyone know of a surefire way to overcome traumatic damage such as this?