So when I first saw the bird sail through the room behind my MIL I couldn't be certain if I'd actually seen a bird or if the lack of sleep and accumulation of travel-related stress and anxiety and frustration had finally caught up with me. But a moment later the bird returned, swooping gracefully from one ceiling beam to another.
"Oh!", I exclaimed, interrupting my MIL's story. "I think a bird just flew through the house!"
"Um, yes", my MIL replied. "We'd really hoped to take care of this before you (my in-laws know all about my weird animal fears) arrived...we looked for him, but when we couldn't find him we honestly thought he'd gotten out."
"You thought who'd gotten out?" I asked nervously.
"I hate to have to tell you this, but there's a bat out there."
I tried to remain calm, but I think my MIL could sense the rise in my blood pressure and moved quickly to shut all of the doors and windows between the main living room (where we'd been chatting) and the four-season room (where the bat had apparently taken up residence). As soon as the Gramps and the kids returned from fishing, Grandma sent them on a mission to rid the house of it's newest tenant.
The bat removal pleased me on many levels:
- Will helped, and now he's one step closer to becoming my Official Lizard Catcher. (I can't believe he hasn't already volunteered for the position - I mean, it comes with a badge and everything.)
- Will wore a lifejacket while helping, as if a piece of equipment designed to prevent drowning would also prevent or protect the wearer from a bat attack.
- My FIL used my lizard-catching technique - trapping the animal under a tupperware or bucket, sliding a piece of thin cardboard/cardstock/a magazine cover under the tupperware or bucket, and then transporting the animal outside in this makeshift cage. My FIL released the bat a bit more gently than I release my lizards (I literally throw the bucket and the paper - with the lizard trapped in between - out the door), but that was really the only difference.
- I learned that bats can't take flight from the ground. Somehow that made this little guy considerably less scary to me.
|Less scary, but still gross.|
|Gramps traps the bat while a lifejacket-wearing Will looks on.|
|Fly away home, gross little buddy!|
On second thought, no.