Bat in the House

Today I returned to our house from a walk in the nearby nature park and walked into the small dining area (everything about our house is small) to see if there were any voice mail messages left while I was out. As I approached the phone I saw something larger than a bug fly past me out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see it better and quickly saw a small bat was flying in tight circles around me at head level. I quickly ducked.

When I'd recovered my composure enough to look about for the bat, it had disappeared to some other part of the house. I spent a nervous minute or two walking from room to room, but saw no sign of it. I spent the next ten minutes or so doing minor tasks, half wondering how it had got in, when or if the bat would reappear, or if it would hide for hours or even days, and how the hell I was going to get it out of the house.

I came back upstairs from a chore in the basement and saw it, on the carpet in the short hallway that runs through the middle of our house. It probably was three and a half inches from nose to tail and weighed maybe two ounces at most. I said, "There you are!" and it hopped up and flew toward me, in the slow flappy way that bats fly.

I stepped aside into the largest room of the house, our living room, and it flew into the room with me, circling near the ceiling. I walked, crouching over, to the front door, opened it and the screen door, and it immediately the bat flew to the front door and perched on the upper edge of it. I gently closed the door within a few inches of the door frame, then tapped the door up near its perch. It flew out.

Problem solved. We were both relieved and happy, I expect.

Jealous here. A brushtail possum walked along my window ledge last night and accepted an apple core, but those guys are about as exotic as domestic cats here.

I've always wanted a bat in the house. My wife had one shortly before we started dating.

I had to catch a sparrow a couple years ago. I had been asleep and I guess Mrs. Life was doing some housework downstairs and left a door open. Definitely took a while to catch, with lots of screaming from all parties, but eventually it took refuge behind a toilet where I was able to catch it with my bare hands. It was pecking like crazy but my wife opened the doors for me and I was able to let it fly off into the night.

I had never held a bird before that - or any wild creature at all for that matter - and it was a strange feeling.

Once years before that I had helped a girlfriend capture a rat in her room. We had been after that thing for over an hour when it scurried inside a pair of jeans she had hanging over a chair, which we then scooped up tidily and shook him out a few blocks away.

The possums are frisky right now, we saw a few gambolling across the roof of the former accounts across the street last night.

One of my favourite night walks homeward is across exhibition gardens to see the bats and possums and listen to the bay vs possum fights in the trees.

Vivid childhood memory of a swallow getting into the house through the chimney and leaving many dark sooty impact marks on the ceiling and walls before finding its way out.

For awhile in Gainesville i lived in kind of a little standalone servant's quarters behind a big house and a possum used to live inside my walls. Listening to it claw its way sloooooowly and loouuuudly up the wall and across the ceiling made me feel pity for it; I hope its life outside my house was more fluid.

My childhood friend has a famous story about his caveman dad dealing with a bat in the house by reaching out, catching it in his bare hand, and crushing it to death :(

so old i can't not immed think "he's half bat, half soul brother"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3po2ER3jxnI

i still say 'batty batty batty!' at least 2x/year

Aimless: There you are! Oh, you think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but BLINDING!
[the bat hops up and flies towards him]
Aimless: The shadows betray you, because they belong to me!
[he steps aside into the largest room of the house and the bat flies into the room, circling near the ceiling.]
Aimless: I will show you where I have made my home while preparing to bring justice.
[he walks, crouching over, to the front door, opening it and the screen door, and the bat flies to the front door and perches on the upper edge of it.]
Aimless: Ah, yes... I was wondering what would break first...your spirit, or your body?
[he gently closes the door within a few inches of the door frame, then taps the door up near its perch. The bat flies out.]

when i was a kid a bat got in the house, was flying around the house in the middle of the night. my mom is squeamish and was screaming, my dad managed to hit it out of the front door with a tennis racket?