Cass went to a friends house to go swimming.
After he left, in the resulting quiet, B and I heard a funny squeeeak! Squeeeeak! noise - it sounded, vaguely, like a fan needed oil.
B went upstairs and looked around, but didn't find anything, and chalked it up to something that would make a noise again, and then we'd find it. Probably just the cats messing around.
I went upstairs about half an hour later with the notion of getting a new library book out of my room, went to shut the window fan off in Cass's room, and saw a small brown glossy (squarish? what the heck?) mouse? fieldmouse? thing? inside the window fan.
We had thought to leave Cass's screen to the last to fix - it only had a small hole, (perhaps the size of a nickel? No larger than that.) and he had the window box fan in, so there was no worry....
But now I was staring at a very small indignant animal, flattened out to avoid the blades of the fan. An animal, I suddenly realized, that wasn't a mouse.
It was a bat.
A very cunning little
B (summoned by my trumpeted "B! Oh, B, you gotta come here!") rocketed up the stairs and gaped with me. It was a bat. In the house. And it was in the fan. But unhurt.
So B unscrewed the fan and...let...it...out, helping it hook onto the quince tree.
And then this evening? Me, the girl who doesn't like to ride motorcycles or four wheelers or snowmobiles or anything smaller than a Ford Fiesta....
I learned how to use the ride-on lawnmower. And it was fun.
Although I still think the bat was cooler.
*Not a fruit bat. He was, I think, a Little Brown Bat. (honestly the scientific name)