Twinkle, twinkle
little Bat, how I wonder where you’re at?
Right. Bat in the house last night. Scared the bejebus out of me, though I didn’t scream as loudly as I did when the starling came into the house via the chimney. I’m not quite sure where it got in, it possibly fell down the laundry chute from the attic, and flew up two flights of stairs to where I saw it flying up and down the hallway while I was watching television.
Somehow, it managed to get to the first floor, where it flew around a bit, and apparently got tired. We couldn’t find it anywhere, so we sat down with our flattened cardboard (used to encourage it to move towards the open door). After about 10 minutes it started circling again — with me ducking under the cardboard and hiding my eyes. I am not brave when it comes to wildlife in the house. I’m perfectly happy to let them have the outside, and even the attic, but not inside where I am.
Eventually, it made it to the family room where the door was as wide open as possible… circle, circle, circle. It may have actually figured out the whole door thing, or it got tired again and is just waiting for later, but it’s not flying around inside right now. I do hope it got out though — I look funny cowering under cardboard.
