YUCK!

Here is a good story for you... I hope that you enjoy

After putting little K in her bed, I went downstairs, parked on the couch and was enjoying the Olympic swimming finals. K was at a church meeting, I am just enjoying the moment.
SWOOSH! (ok it didn't really swoosh, I didn't hear it but I saw it and thought swoosh)
"AHHH! What the crap was that?!?!"
A BAT!
I quickly cover my head and hide under a blanket. I immediately feared it getting stuck in my hair. (not sure if that is a wives tail or not, but not willing to take a chance)
Now I have to decide if I continue to hide or climb out from under this blanket to see where it went.... I talk it out in my head... if I take this blanket off me, then I could get attacked by this flying night creature probably that has rabies and it would dive bomb me and get all tangled in my hair.... if I I don't peak, How long do I stay here. K should be home soon but how long can I stay under here??... and what about the Olympics?
I compromise. I peak just enough to see the large mirror and hope that I will see it through that. Well I slowly pull the blanket down and SWOOSH! It flies right over my head again.
My heart is pounding, my adrenalin is flowing, and my mind is running like a wild monkey.
Without getting out from under the blanket, I slowly slide onto the floor( my reasoning says it is safer there). I think I sat there a few more minutes as I mustered up the courage to peak again. It took only a couple seconds to see the nasty unwelcome guest flying around. I convince myself that getting away from it is the best plan. Very slowly, (trying not to draw attention to myself) I make my way to the TV to get the antenna to take to the other TV so I can watch the Olympics in the safety of my bed room. Then it is GONE! I dint see it anywhere. At first I was relieved.
Meanwhile, Little K is still crying (sleep training continues....)
As I walk up the stairs I realize that my plan is flawed. My bedroom door is open! And the bat is no where in sight. The panic starts up again. As shuffle down the hall, still wrapped from head to toe in a blanket, I enter little K's room as it has been the only room with the door closed through this whole ordeal. She is very pleased to see me as I bust through the door and slam it shut behind me. I rock her to sleep and try not to think about the grotesque monster that awaits me behind the door.
I start to worry that I was going to miss my favorite events though I couldn't ignore the fear of the bat in my hair. I was just getting cooled off from the big blanket so I very McGuiverishly (I made that word up), I wrapped my head in one of little K's receiving blanket. (Hey, I am still wearing it.... I am dorky)
By this point I was feeling pretty confident with my hair guard so I head back down stairs to get the phone (in case someone important calls....)
I am looking all over for the dang bat. Back up the stairs I see it in the window. It is in between the window and the screen. I don't want to loose it so that when K gets home he can get rid of it. I quickly close the window so it is TRAPPED! Yeah for me!
K walks in just as I am patting myself on the back. He looks up the stairs and is perplexed by the blanket so neatly and tightly wrapped around my head. I quickly explain the adventure I just had and show him the nocturnal vermin. We again return to our McGuiver days and create a plan that includes: A clorox mop box, half an old screen, one glove, a broken wire hanger and some duct tape! It took about 15 minutes of working and coaxing and agitating the bat to see that the plan was not working. He is mad as a trapped bat being poked by a hanger with a flashlight on his every move.

To make a long story short, he did not survive the extraction process (though we tried). My hair is fine and the bat is gone and now I can go to sleep.

Oh and we got it all taken care of in just enough time to watch the events I was waiting for!