continued from Part 1.
Since I had not seen, or heard, the bat on the stairway I headed to the (door-less) attic space that is adjacent to our bedroom. Moving slowly and ready to duck my head at any moment, I slowly began to look around. There is space above our ceiling and my literal prayers were that the bat had not flown there. Thankfully I found it hanging from one of the roof supports right inside the attic door.
Unfortunately I was not able to catch it. Not only did it fly back into my bedroom, it also took to flying up and down the staircases.
When if flew towards George’s room I had a thought, which quickly turned into a hopeful, pleading prayer, one that I thought sounded awfully selfish and highly unlikely, “Lord, please let it fly into the bathroom so I can close the door on it and go back to bed. I know if probably won’t, but … please.”
Whether it was an instant answer to prayer or sheer coincidence, the bath flew right into the bathroom. Into a small room with no open window. Yup, the one whose door was in the corner no where near the bat’s flight path. I did not stop to consider the dynamics of flight at that moment. I jumped into action.
I closed that door and walked away, back to bed, and slept for a few more hours.
In the morning when I inquired of George about his quality of sleep the night before, he said he had not heard anything. I took this to mean the bat did not cause too much trouble knocking over items in the bathroom.
I cautiously peeked into the bathroom around noon, but did not see the bat hanging anywhere. Not a surprise, as there were lots of dark corners (under the large tub, especially, which has a few trim panels removed currently) where the bat could have hid.
The next day I was curious about the bat and went back in, ready
to hide if necessary for battle. What I found was a tired bat, laying on the shower floor. We were not sure if it was still alive or not, which meant we treated it as if it were.FYI: do not pick up a bat with your hands.
to be continued ….