Bat Hunting (and Some Terrible Pictures)

My parents had a bat living in their house for about four days. No one could ever find him or get him to go outside. Every night he came out of hiding at about 8:45 p.m. We determined that one of his hiding places was behind this skull hanging on the wall...between the wall and the wooden mount. Anyway, here are a couple of pictures of us "hunting." Ben bravely took the broom while the kids and I hid in the stairwell. ;) 

blurry kid picture on the stairs

another blurry kid picture

The rest of the story is... the bat, who supposedly "never goes downstairs" somehow got into our bedroom (which is downstairs) and started flying over Ben while I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Let's just say the scene was one of the funniest I've ever witnessed. Ben hiding under the covers, bat swooping and flapping and flying back and forth, me frozen in the doorway trying to decide what to do. So, I closed the bedroom door, left Ben, and I ran to get my dad - out of bed - and together, the three of us (with Ben still in the bed under the covers) managed to force the bat out of our bedroom door (it leads to the patio outside). Amen. He's gone! And unharmed. :) Win-win!