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Three nights ago I'm watching a movie on the couch with the giant shark/dolphin cuddly (5 feet of toothy softness) and out of who the fuck knows where a bat starts swooping all over the place. It looks as big as a goddamned Robin. (Batman and Robin?) anyway after running around swinging the shark/dolphin at it I chased it into the kitchen and left the door open so it could use its presumably excellent sonar to find the giant fucking point of egress.

Next night, watching another movie and enjoying a cocktail with the Shark/dolphin and lo and be-fucking-hold there's the GD bat again. Now, I'm more than annoyed and we take the fight into the kitchen and I whap the fucker with a broom and sweep him outside.

Last night, again, chillin with the Shark/dolphin and like a bad penny the fucker is back. This time I give him what for with the broom and then a little bit extra, to let him know I'm not amused. I swept him out again and this morning I didn't see his corpse, and I think I figured out how he was getting in. The previous administration could not figure out how to put the attic octagonal window screen in (it's an irregular octagon so it takes a full tablespoon of smarts to figure out) so she'd left it out and instead loosely stapled some remay over the window opening. (Why not close the window?)

I put the screen in the window and tonight we'll see if it comes back, which one of us isn't in it for the hunting...