Filbert II
We have a bat in the house again.
I say "again" because around this time three years ago a bat somehow got into the computer room one night without anyone noticing until it was flying in silent circles up near the ceiling. We tried to get it, but it latched onto the wall too high above the PC for anyone to reach so we called the Critter Getters (where we had to leave a message because it was apparently too late on a Sunday night for them to have someone manning the phones and then never got a call back) and let it be. The next morning I was taking a shower early (I was going next door to kid-sit at 8:30) and didn't notice the bat (who my sister and I had decided to call "Filbert" the night before) until it was laying in the floor of the shower, soaked. I shrieked, turned off the water, and got good and covered, then Dad and I put it in a small emptied-out and reasonably-clean trash can. I finished my shower and then put some tissues down in the trash can to help dry Filbert off, and before I left I took the trash can outside and let him go. Not the best idea since he almost certainly died of cold and starvation, but if we catch this one instead of him hiding and possibly surviving in the attic (which is where I suspect he went) I'll make sure we get him properly taken care of instead of just setting him loose in the middle of winter.
This bat (which you've probably figured out by now I'm calling Filbert II), unlike his predecessor, has been upstairs. The storm and warm weather probably woke him up, I'm guessing. Dad heard something thumpish in the stairwell just after he got home a few minutes ago, and when he looked he saw Filbert II on the floor, having apparently hit his head. We went to get stuff to catch him in, but it was gone when we checked just moments later. I checked and the doors to both the bedrooms and the closet were firmly shut and there weren't any bats on the walls, so he's either in the bathroom (I almost left that "batroom") or climbed through one of the big gaps between insulation and support structure into the attic.
ETA: Filbert II resurfaced down here a couple of times, and the second time we managed to get him in the bucket I brought up from the basement. We took it outside and Dad tossed the whole bucket into the yard, which I think was TOTALLY unnecessary and probably only increased the poor little thing's chances of dying of a heart attack before starvation even becomes an issue. _-_
I say "again" because around this time three years ago a bat somehow got into the computer room one night without anyone noticing until it was flying in silent circles up near the ceiling. We tried to get it, but it latched onto the wall too high above the PC for anyone to reach so we called the Critter Getters (where we had to leave a message because it was apparently too late on a Sunday night for them to have someone manning the phones and then never got a call back) and let it be. The next morning I was taking a shower early (I was going next door to kid-sit at 8:30) and didn't notice the bat (who my sister and I had decided to call "Filbert" the night before) until it was laying in the floor of the shower, soaked. I shrieked, turned off the water, and got good and covered, then Dad and I put it in a small emptied-out and reasonably-clean trash can. I finished my shower and then put some tissues down in the trash can to help dry Filbert off, and before I left I took the trash can outside and let him go. Not the best idea since he almost certainly died of cold and starvation, but if we catch this one instead of him hiding and possibly surviving in the attic (which is where I suspect he went) I'll make sure we get him properly taken care of instead of just setting him loose in the middle of winter.
This bat (which you've probably figured out by now I'm calling Filbert II), unlike his predecessor, has been upstairs. The storm and warm weather probably woke him up, I'm guessing. Dad heard something thumpish in the stairwell just after he got home a few minutes ago, and when he looked he saw Filbert II on the floor, having apparently hit his head. We went to get stuff to catch him in, but it was gone when we checked just moments later. I checked and the doors to both the bedrooms and the closet were firmly shut and there weren't any bats on the walls, so he's either in the bathroom (I almost left that "batroom") or climbed through one of the big gaps between insulation and support structure into the attic.
ETA: Filbert II resurfaced down here a couple of times, and the second time we managed to get him in the bucket I brought up from the basement. We took it outside and Dad tossed the whole bucket into the yard, which I think was TOTALLY unnecessary and probably only increased the poor little thing's chances of dying of a heart attack before starvation even becomes an issue. _-_