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  • Tell it not to rub your rhubarb?
  • My brother and his family had to have animal control remove a rabid bat from his house a few weeks back. I'm sending this to him.
  • I had two get into my apartment in separate instances way back when. Staying calm, waiting for the bat to tire itself out, and a pair of thick gloves did the trick for me.
  • Tennis or racquetball racket.  The sonar doesn't pick up the strings.  Once it's down you switch to the hockey stick.
  • What Anderson's Pooper said.  A tennis racket does the job.  It does pick up the strings, but you can swing faster than it can maneuver.
    I hated to do it, because bats control bugs, but we only had a dog.
    I haven't seen a bat indoors now that we have cats.
  • We've had two in 2 years in this house. The first one, I felt bad but stabbed with a kitchen knife then crushed with blunt instrument quickly (it had landed). I then learned they were endangered and felt very bad.

    The second set off the motion detectors in the basement, still no idea how it got there. I suited up head to toe to prevent bites, and went down. It also had landed (ironically in the children's cardboard hut emblazoned with jungle animals) and I caught it in an old cereal container by covering it and sliding a piece of cardboard along the surface until it let go and fell in.

    Drove it about 2 miles away and released it so it couldn't find it's way back. After I scared the crap out of Lady Ecliptic by bringing it up to the bedroom in the clear container at 3am.

    We since figured how they were getting in and sealed up the entrance (waves near the chimney).  Been over a year since we've seen or heard bats in the house. Mice on the other hand... no death is too gruesome for those little bstards.
  • Our daughter's new house had a bat problem. She woke one morning to find one curled up in a corner. What to do? This is one thing she hadn't counted on: if you can't absolutely rule out contact, you're supposed to get treated for rabies. She was asleep when it was active! So, being responsible, she went to try to get treated. (3 shots. In the arm. As opposed to the 21 in the belly that my Dad had to get when he was bitten when he was a kid.) Still, the ER doctor didn't believe her and actually ridiculed her concern. Until she showed him the CDC guidelines. The shots still hurt like the dickens, btw.

    When I was a young man, we had a bat wedged between the panes of glass in a half-open window. Nobody was willing to reach between the upper and lower windows to grab it. so we hit upon the plan to put a blanket over the window inside and slowly close it. What happened was unanticipated. The bat rolled up like a tobacco leaf being turned into a cigar. We thought, surely it will struggle and right itself. No, it didn't. Instead it did this: [ prolonged agonized squeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaak that froze our marrow.] You have never heard a cry that sounded more wretched. Bats do squeak beyond our hearing threshold. They can also squeak lower. Believe me.

    That's it. That's all I remember. Who got it out and how is blotted from memory and gone. But I still remember the squeak. I might have run from the house like the character in the Munch painting.
  • aeroperf: What Anderson's Pooper said.  A tennis racket does the job.  It does pick up the strings, but you can swing faster than it can maneuver.
    I hated to do it, because bats control bugs, but we only had a dog.
    I haven't seen a bat indoors now that we have cats.


    We had a bat fly inside last week. It was the first time ever for me so I freaked out. My son and I watched it fly around the living room while we strategized behind a French door. Ended up prone crawling across the room to open a  window and remove the screen, hauled ass back to the hallway hitting the lights as we went and waited him out. I don't have tennis rackets but I did have baby gates. We made shields out of those in case we had to go back in and encourage him towards the window.

    The bat left while we were arguing about the best way to hold the baby gate.

    My useless cat was seen crawling away from the battle like "fark this noise" while we charged forward. Eventually found him guarding his food bowl with a look that said "yeah, catching that is above my pay grade."

    /shoulda got a dog.
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