Bats!!!

Here's the scene last night - about 1 a.m. (this morning technically) I'm on my computer chatting with a friend and suddenly there is this bat flying around my room. WTH?

Said bat then lands on my DRACULA action figure (I'm not lying!). Then takes off again. He knocked the mummy into the wolfman and knocked Alice Cooper's sword down. I ducked low and vacated the room. I woke my sister up and we were set to get the little guy out. Okay, where did he go? He must be in the closet (no jokes, we've heard all of the ones about Batman and Robin and closets!)

Fine - we'll find him tomorrow when he's groggy and not hiding. I move out onto the futon in the living room and try to get to sleep and manage a few hours. I wake up this morning with the little beggar hanging from the ceiling nearly above my head!

I open the doors wide - prop open the screen door, get a broom and lightly touch him. "Yo, bro! Door is open, go home to your colony."

<swing, swing, swing>

"Yo! Go home!"

<swing, swing, swing>

Okay, this is definitely a unique experience. I decided not to subject Jackie to any more lack of sleep and got a step stool, an empty cat litter bucket with lid and carefully placed the container around him and gently slid the lid over, encouraging him into the container. Dude is pissed! Skitter noises! I take the container out, set it on the steps and pulled the lid away (facing away from me). Nothing. Tap the container. HISS SKITTER NOISES. Tap the container. HISS HISS HISS

Dude, you can't stay there the cats will find you! Place the container on the A/C unit and go inside to do the dishes while watching the container. FINALLY, little dude takes off.
  

I love bats too (have one tattooed on my head!) but not in the house with a bunch of cats!