Let’s just say you haven’t lived until you hear the high pitch squeal of your dishwasher late at night. Only to realize your dishwasher isn’t running, oh good it’s not broken.
Then when you realize you have a bat in a precarious position that you can’t seem to get too. You make an attempt at grabbing it and it takes off like “a bat outta hell” (thanks meatloaf).
Swirling and swooping through my wide open house, there are no doors to close on the first floor so it was free reign. Finally it stopped (and poof a real-life vampire). No, it stopped but we didn’t see where.
So, now its lock down mode. We’ve got to look under and over and through everything. The bedroom door was open, it’s getting late, have to sleep at some point.
Completely clear out the bedroom, no sign of vampire, alright let’s get some sleep, yeh right.
Morning comes (well the sun sort of comes up).
Tip-toe downstairs, looking, waiting, listening.
Nothing. Let dog outside.
Squeeekkk… Oh $&^%! Am I delirious it’s coming from the kitchen. Comb through the kitchen, nothing.
Squeeeeekkk! What the He!! It’s coming from the turtle terrarium. It’s not on the side of it.
Stand on the kitchen counter look into the bowl. The bat is surfing on my turtle. Huh?! What?! Like totally!
Cover it, carry outside, tada Houdini, help it out of the water and breath sigh of relief. Bat outta the house.
Now it better eat all the skeeters! We had a deal!
Is the turtle ok. He'll be spending some time outside.
This video I found on youtube is a very familiar situation: