That moment you meet an uninvited little guest in your home...

Yesterday morning I got a text from my man saying there was a bat in the house. Seeing as all my softball gear was just stolen, that was the first thing that came to mind. So, I was confused. I called him and he was a super frazzled! The creepy critter woke him up, staring him right in the eye, moving toward the bed. My big manly man isn't so manly when this type of stuff happens. (And I totally don't blame him...) I'm still at work when he's messaging me, freaking out about how to get rid of it. Of course, he went to the Google and found a semi-decent idea, but by the time he returned to our unfinished basement to find it, it was light outside and the bat was nowhere in sight.

Later that afternoon, when I finally made it home (with hopes that he had already captured the little bugger), I found myself staying as far away from the basement as possible. Unfortunately that's where ALL our clothes are, so my man couldn't avoid it for too long. He went downstairs, I stayed up, but not for long when I heard him scream (swear a whole lot) and it sounded like he tripped (or threw) half the stuff in our basement. I yelled, "Did you find it? I mean, are you okay?" He replied, "Nope, it found me!" Here's what happened next:

Unfortunately in the process of zooming out AND backing up, I must have hit the "stop recording" button with my fat, glove-covered fingers.

The towel landed on top of the bat, but he was NOT happy. He was squealing and flapping his wings. Q scooped it up with the towel and we ran out the door screaming. When he threw the towel, it flew away so fast!

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