So tonight was absolutely wild- my brother came running into my room, a grin on his face. There was a bat. In our house. Needless to say, I went to see if he was telling the truth- I barely left my room before I saw a flying ball with wings going back and forth in our living room. Eventually the bat settled into a nook and my sister tried getting it down- by waving a giant stuffed animal at it. Now, she has terrible aim, and the stuffed animal was about as big as she is, (she’s 13), and my mom enjoys having plants around the house.. in glass vases. All it took was a swing and a miss and suddenly we were all watching a plant topple to the floor. Now we had a wild bat AND shards of glass scattered on the floor.
Later, once my dad got home, I realized the bat wasn’t getting out alive if I didn’t intervene. So I grabbed a broom and gently nudged it, which sent the bat into a fluttering frenzy where it ended up hiding in our curtains- I then grabbed a bag and climbed atop a desk and tried guiding it when my brother came running in dressed in a winter coat and thick winter gloves, (which was particularly funny because we had a heat warning today), to aid in the guidance of the bat to the bag. He grabbed the bat as gently as he could before pulling the curtain away and putting the bat in the plastic trash bag. The operation was a success. We’d saved the bat.
tl;dr: my brother and i are heroes because we saved a bat