Within seconds of turning my alarm off, my mom call from downstairs, "there's a bat!"
I stumble down there, grabbing a set of work gloves and a bath towel as I go. The bat is in one corner of the basement den, and the cats are safely in another room. After first warning my mom not to talk to me in my no-coffee five seconds awake state, I gently as possible grab the bat with the towel ant take it outside where it flies away.
NOW... I have to deal with the bat-panic. Mom wants to move her stuff back upstairs. She's closed off the den from the rest of the downstairs, forgetting that the cat's food is in the den and the litter boxes are in another room.
While I get my breakfast ready, I text my more awake sister to call mom to talk her down. There's no way I'm willing to rearrange the entire house over something that can be dealt with via a phone call or two and a visit by a trained professional.
(IIRC, this is the third bat incident in a year... I told my sister to tell mom it was the same bat all three times. It likes her.
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