Last night I got home after meeting friends at Fries and Peanuts and then hitting an apartment warming party for a bit. As I was standing in the living room Owen calmly said, "Mom, go to the media room. There's a bat in the house." I stood there trying to process what he said, so he repeated, "MOM, GO TO THE MEDIA ROOM NOW! THERE'S A BAT IN THE HOUSE!" As understanding hit my brain a bat swooped over my head. I, of course, started screaming and screaming and raced into the media room clutching my late night gyros. Owen closed me in and I was hungry enough that I started nibbling my gyros before helpfully yelling, "OPEN THE FRONT DOOR. BUT BRING THE CATS IN FIRST! TURN THE LIGHTS OFF" They opened the door to where I was, and one by one, deposited the cats inside. I don't know if I was making sense but it was all quite exciting. I'm not quite sure how they did it but they shepherded the bat out to the front porch. He huddled there for quite a while. Every so often Owen would go and check on him. In a little bit he had flown off so we're assuming he was o.k. For God's sake, it could have been Batty himself. And I must say....Batty is much bigger close up than all those bat watching sessions in the front yard would have led me to think.
A few pictures from the day....