Kim's mother has been visiting this past week (I'll post pictures of our recent trip later). She has appreciated our house, but we wanted to make sure she got the full experience of living here. So as we all sat calmly chatting in the living room at the end of the day, we were surprised by a visitor:
Yes, we once again had a bat in the house. It flew around our heads in the living room for a while (didn't touch us, happily, and the cats are up on their shots), so I scuttled around the corner and grabbed my tennis racket. After a few minutes of me chasing it around the main floor (mostly without contact) it finally roosted on the wall, at which point I grabbed it with a towel and took it outside.
The surprising thing to me is how much calmer I was about the situation this time: it's almost old hat at this point. (Ok, I was still pretty wired while it was actually flying around our heads, but I calmed down quickly once it was sitting still. Calm enough to take a picture, in fact, though Kim wouldn't let me take time trying to get a better one.) Can't say the same for Kim's mom, though.
Looks like we'll have to get someone out here to find and plug some holes as soon as we're back from next week's trip to Nebraska.

The surprising thing to me is how much calmer I was about the situation this time: it's almost old hat at this point. (Ok, I was still pretty wired while it was actually flying around our heads, but I calmed down quickly once it was sitting still. Calm enough to take a picture, in fact, though Kim wouldn't let me take time trying to get a better one.) Can't say the same for Kim's mom, though.
Looks like we'll have to get someone out here to find and plug some holes as soon as we're back from next week's trip to Nebraska.