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For our family Home evening we tore up the spare room to find the bat that was trapped therein.

We opened the main window, took off the screen, and started searching, hoping that if it suddenly did start flying around the room, it would opt for the open window rather than to bite and claw off our faces.

After we'd dismantled the whole closet and found nothing, making a massive mess, the family gave up on the search. My youngest, Hannah was the most inexhaustible in the search. I was afraid to move a book at a time, for fear it would leap out and give me rabies (as all bats secretly want to do this to you...). Unlike the rest of my daughters and wife, and myself, she would just dive in and move stuff. I kept imagining the bat leaping out and attacking her...

I uttered many a prayer, and then kept looking up at this doll that was atop a bookcase. Its hair is black, and I had this thought, "If I was a bat, I'd hide there," because it was high and because the hair matched the bat. So I tenatively prodded the doll. Then picked it up. As i was shaking it, and inspecting the hair, disappointed to find nothing, I suddenly realized the black lump under the doll's arm was not hair, but had little claws, ears and fur! The thing was wedged under the doll's arm! (You know how your brain suddenly puts meaning to an otherwise innoculous object) I freaked and threw the doll out the window onto the awning. Then I called the family together, We got a broomstick, a camera, and we prodded the little sucker out from underneath the dolls arm, until it decided it'd been prodded enough and flew off.

Hannah couldn't stop singing, "Daddy you're a hero! Daddy you're our hero!" (She's only four, and never had much chance to use the word in real life. )

--Ray

Description
[here's the writeup on the bat... results...

For our family Home evening we tore up the spare room to find the bat that was trapped therein.

We opened the main window, took off the screen, and started searching, hoping that if it suddenly did start flying around the room, it would opt for the open window rather than to bite and claw off our faces.

After we'd dismantled the whole closet and found nothing, making a massive mess, the family gave up on the search. My youngest, Hannah was the most inexhaustible in the search. I was afraid to move a book at a time, for fear it would leap out and give me rabies (as all bats secretly want to do this to you...). Unlike the rest of my daughters and wife, and myself, she would just dive in and move stuff. I kept imagining the bat leaping out and attacking her...

I uttered many a prayer, and then kept looking up at this doll that was atop a bookcase. Its hair is black, and I had this thought, "If I was a bat, I'd hide there," because it was high and because the hair matched the bat. So I tenatively prodded the doll. Then picked it up. As i was shaking it, and inspecting the hair, disappointed to find nothing, I suddenly realized the black lump under the doll's arm was not hair, but had little claws, ears and fur! The thing was wedged under the doll's arm! (You know how your brain suddenly puts meaning to an otherwise innoculous object) I freaked and threw the doll out the window onto the awning. Then I called the family together, We got a broomstick, a camera, and we prodded the little sucker out from underneath the dolls arm, until it decided it'd been prodded enough and flew off.

Hannah couldn't stop singing, "Daddy you're a hero! Daddy you're our hero!" (She's only four, and never had much chance to use the word in real life. )

--Ray