I bravely ran upstairs to hide while Ricardo shouted instructions like, "shut the doors!", "check on the baby", "what should I do?". Easy. Call the neighbor (who is excellent in times of crisis). He came over (I sequestered myself in Jake's room...such a help!) bearing a net. After much running and crashing around downstairs, the bat was gone, the neighbor left, and life (should have) returned to normal. My heroic husband and I thought, finally, time to relax...
Until I saw the slugs. Six of them...on the counter...on the floor...on the ceiling!! Where did THOSE come from? The next day, my brilliant co-worker figured out that they must have come from the neighbor's net (it had also been raining outside, and as we live next to a bog, nature life abounds). I was so relieved that we had not actually been generating the slugs ourselves.
What concerns me a little, was that this morning, while having breakfast, Jake kept pointing around the room, saying "bird". I'm wondering how long that bat was in the house, and what he saw?
(The above Scratch and Sketch book, designed by me, is part of a super fun series of activity books for kids...available at B&N.)