Much later, Gerald shouted, "He's still here!" I said, "Hell, if he's moved in, we might as well name him." Gerald said, "Bruce." I said, "I thought Boris would be nice." He asked, "Why Boris?" I said, "After Boris Karloff." and I immediately realized that I'd actually meant "Bela", after Lugosi! I asked, "Why Bruce?" Gerald asked, incredulously, "Bruce WAYNE?" I screaked, "BATMAN!"
Gerald called Pest Control and they stated they do not take care of bats and suggested Gerald call the Extension Service. I said, "Let's look on the internet.", and I typed in "HOW TO CATCH A BAT IN THE HOUSE".
Once again, we could no longer could see the bat and we thought it must have flown out one of the open doors.
Gerald was very ingenious and located an old badminton set; he attached the net to two hot dog skewers we had left over from a bonfire. (Sometimes it's good to be semi-hoarders!) He trapped the bat in the netting and took it outside.
We are now trying to figure out how Bruce got in the house. The information I gleaned from the internet warned that if there is ONE bat in the house, there's probably a colony present somewhere. I also learned from that babies are usually born in AUGUST! (Oh, this IS going to make us BATS*** CRAZY!)
We will be keeping the upstairs doors closed, trying to isolate the location of any possible future intruders.