I didn’t know how the bat got into the house, but I knew it had to go.
The obvious conclusion was that it had somehow gotten into the ductwork and come out in my kitchen.
The bat was on the wall right about the air vent. I called my brother and asked him if he could get the bat out of my house. He laughed while asking why I was afraid of a little bat. The last time I tried to get a bat out of my house, I destroyed my sweeper. The poor thing was trapped in the sweeper hose, where he died. I threw the sweeper away and refused to ever use another vacuum cleaner again. My fear was that if that bat got into the house, there could be an entire bat colony waiting to come in during the night. Maybe this bat was the lookout, searching out a new place to sleep. I had all kinds of weird thoughts going through my mind. When the HVAC technician arrived, he looked through the house to check the ductwork. When he got to the attic, he came out and told me I had to call an exterminator. The walls were crawling with bats, and they carried a lot of diseases. There were holes in the ductwork, and a bat could fit in a hole that was the size of dime. He suggested that once the exterminator came in, I should have the ductwork repaired, cleaned and sanitized. I should also have my attic cleaned and sanitized by a group of professional cleaners the exterminators could point me to.