Woke this lovely Monday morning to a text from my first born from 1:30am:
"I went downstairs and there's a bat. I couldn't get it out. I left attack/defense items outside your room for when you're awake. Good luck"
Outside my bedroom door he left me two towels, a broom, and a broken down cardboard box. Not entirely sure what the box is for, as towels and a broom are our typical defense approach. Perhaps he thought I would appreciate a shield to use to make sure I made it downstairs to the kitchen for my coffee, which is much needed before I can face such a task as 4am bat removal? I took his offerings and am currently locked in the kitchen with my delightful cup of caffeine and weapons of war while I contemplate my battle approach.
Of note, we live in a 150yr old Gothic Victorian historical home and have had our share of bat breaches, but it's been a long time and my skills are rusty. I'd feel much better with some back up, but such is single mom life when both boys are sleeping. I shall persevere. And no, I won't kill the thing, much as my instincts may be. He'll be stunned and scooped and set to the freedom of the great outdoors, where he belongs.
Happy fucking Monday.
With wild animals I’ve always been taught to put a towel, or blanket, over them in the first instance; it tends to stun them and protect you from claws and teeth.
Then transfer to a box so you’re not at risk longer than necessary and transport if wounded/ need releasing away from the home, or just free if that’s the aim. With young; mother may be waiting nearby, or they may become a snack, so monitor if you like.
Never dealt with bats though!