Okay picture this. Wyatt and I are in the basement playing the Wii. I'm sitting on the large blue ball and Wyatt decides to join me. He moves the small blue ball from the other side of the room to bring it closer to me. He then starts screaming bloody murder! BAT!! He's screaming and runs up the stairs. I take a quick look thinking it must be a bug, spider, or the rubber bat that's around the playroom somewhere. Nope. It's real and it's alive. I start screaming and head up the stairs.
Of course Ryan's on a teleconference in the kitchen. Classic moment. We head back down to look at him. He's alive and trying to move under Sayre's chair. I hop down there and throw the chair across the room - I don't want to lose him in the basement - that wouldn't be good. I then get a box out of the recycle bin, place it on the floor behind him with hopes that he'll crawl into the box. Luck was on my side. Within 1 minute he turned around and crawled into the box. I then slowly closed up the box and relocated Bob (Wyatt named him) onto the porch with a towel over the box for safe measure.
Next I call our friend who is a doctor of Ornithology (birds) in hopes that he can point me in the right direction as to what to do with Bob. He is thrilled with our discovery and gives me 3 people to call. I've made the phone calls and am anxiously awaiting a call back.
What a morning!!
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