I've got a bat ...

Record it and put it on YouTube.

 

OK, I've had a beer. Armed with liquid courage and SportsJournalists.com encouragement, I'm off to evict Radar from my home.

I canNOT believe I'm going to try this.

 

You're crazy.

 

Swing the lumber, pussy.

 

I am shuddering just thinking of him trying to get rid of that thing.

 

OK, that did NOT end well. I put on a hooded sweatshirt, heavy gloves and waded in, trying to trap him in a small wastebasket. But the damed thing was perched on the curtain rod, so I couldn't get seal him in the can quick enough and out he came, scared and pissed.

Flew a couple of laps around the room, avoiding my towel, and then squeezed through the closet door, where I'm sure he's happily shitting all over my stuff.

Damn, damn, damn.

 

Man up and shopvac that fucker.

 

no shopvacs in the house. Tomorrow morning I'll open the windows to that room and see if I can get him to fly out, I guess. Maybe bring a frying pan with me, since I can't find the wife's tennis racket.

 

Couldn't you shine a really bright light at it? I thought I heard somewhere bats are like deer and they freeze in "headlights." Maybe open the closet, shine a light at it and then try to capture it. Or sleep in the living room and wait for the professional - though that won't be nearly as much fun for the rest of us.

P.S. You definitely need to drink more than one beer to reach the optimal liquid courage stage required.

 

I'm with Angola.

You drink until one of you has left the house. That's an order.

 

If its any consolation bean, I just found three silverfish in the bathroom of our new apartment.

I Raided that whole fucking floor and the baseboards.