Came home after a 12-hour odyssey (including 2 waiting for AAA, what do I even pay those people for?) to find at least one bat in the house. I don't mind--much--although it seemed the little fucker was rushing my head sometimes rather than flying out the window I'd opened for him--but he'd find better grub outside, and I'm sure he's not housebroken.
But it's past midnight now and I'm not catering to small capricious flying mammals. Beer, shower, bed, and the chiropteran can look out for itself.
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@ImagineThat It's may likely be a young one that's just learned to fly - this is the time of the year when they strike out on their own. A few days ago there was an article in a small local newspaper talking about it.