Since I have had bats in my house before (this one is #5), I've become a trained professional in dealing with them, and took the appropriate first step - I grabbed my digital camera.
The bat's not moving one iota, so I shoot a some pictures from below, and even a few from above - i.e. I walk right by this furry critter a number of times, but he doesn't budge. So I thinking he must have perished. I grab a piece of cardboard to scrape him on to ... and his head pops right up ... and starts squeeking at me in an evil sounding way - DOUBLE YIKES!!!
Fortunately, he's not moving, which I find puzzling, but then I figure he's probably sick - great, not only do I have a bat in the house, but he probably has rabies. Since he is right on the stair step, I can't really put a box over him, so I finally decide to get a Hefty bag and after donning a pair of gloves, I gently drape that over him. I wrap it around and he is NOT too happy, making quite a bit of noise, but it's a "clean" grab as I have him sealed up. I am thinking the whole time that if he "attacks" me, I gotta NOT back up, as I'll go tumbling down the stairs.
I grab another garbage bag, double wrap the package, and tie it off, and then dump it in the outside garbage. I thought about letting him go, but the fact that he wasn't moving much implied to me he wasn't doing well, so better to send him to bat heaven.
I come back inside, my heart beat finally starting to reduce as the
adrenaline rush subsides ... and Wendy and 4-year old Kyle are up,
and she asks how come I went outside, but didn't get the newspaper.
I explain how I defended the household from a wild rabid rat,
but she's not impressed and sends me out to get the newspaper.
Kyle, of course, follows me out and wants to see the bat! ;-)
Not a creature was stirring, not even a bat |
Elephant looks ready to squash him |
View from Below |
View from Above |
I thought he was dead since he wasn't moving |
But he popped right up when I touched him - YIKES |