This evening, my brother decided he'd join me for the evening milking just to watch how things go, and then spend the night at my place. When we got home, I went straight to the shower, and as I'm just about to step my self into the spray to remove Eau de Moo-Cow, Will knocks on the door to let me know there is a bat in my bedroom. In total disbelief, I said alright and went ahead and showered.
But once I got out, things got a little hairy. Will decided to call our parents as my step-father has had first-hand experience removing bats from bedrooms. I kept saying that I was just going to leave it - I mean, bats don't go after people, and he'd probably just fly out later in the night. But, William getting the jitters decided that he should go home. So Vaughan, the bat-removing-expert hopped in his truck with his bat-removing equipment and came to the rescue.
Somehow, when Vaughan took the broom to sweep it off the wall, it decided to fly into my jewelry basket. I was holding a blanket up against the doorway to my bedroom - wishing like hell I had a real door there - and all I could hear were these awful screeches, and Vaughan saying: "hmm, that's a real healthy one."
Within 5 minutes, the bat was extricated from my jewelry box out on the balcony, and I'm happy to report that no guano was excreted upon my vintage necklaces. William also left, and I have rescinded all open invitations. I mean he was going to leave me all alone at the Bat House!