We just got a bat out of the house.  That was a trip.  My son was about 50% less wigged-out about it than me; but we did work together.  It’s just that he didn’t do the stupid eek & duck dance when it flew around our heads, …he just stared at it…and chuckled about me.  Fckn humbling…lol.  Eventually it hunkered down in a box of footballs in the mudroom, so we put a blanket over the box and put it out in the backyard.  Assume it’ll fly away eventually.  Guess my son is the new man of the house now.  Intrepid kid.  Suppose that means I get to have a chip on my shoulder…& yak on the cell phone with some groovy chick into the wee hours of the night tonight.  …Cool.  What gets me, though, is how it got in here?   The furnace?   Second time I’ve experienced a bat in the house, …when I was ten we had one in the attic.  I can’t think of a point of entry.