Oh, this is making me laugh. My parents had just moved into their post and beam house in Huntingdon, PA when I came home from college for a visit. I was sleeping in my room when I felt something in my hair. I sat up suddenly and heard a whoosh, whoosh, but couldn't figure it out. I was about to ignore it and go back to sleep when I heard a commotion downstairs. I got up and checked it out - the two cats where having a field day chasing after a bat! So, of course, being the brave, independent woman that I am, I ran upstairs and woke up my dad.

I will forever have burned into my memory the sight of my poor, loving father, running around in garden gloves, a big ole crab net and his tighty whities, chasing after this bat like some kind of demented super hero. He did catch it and let it outside to fly free. We eventually found a small hole in the foundation where the bat got in (they can squeeze in a spot less than 2 inches wide) and filled it in and never had another bat visitor.