Spent yesterday regrouping and getting some plans together, felt like I was getting things under control.

A bat flew into my bedroom long about 10 p.m. With no butterfly or fish net handy, and failing to remember when my last rabies shot was, I texted for help, but the hour was too late. For a while I couldn't find the thing, searched every high spot (thought it was a bird at first). Saw it resting hanging off the side of a fabric suitcase, way too close to my bed for a comfortable night. Closed the bedroom door to contain it, moved into the living room for a darn sleepless night.

This morning dear neighbor came over with heavy gloves to apprehend the thing and get it out of the house. It had disappeared with no trace. Apparently it squeezed under the door and found its way back into the attic through a closet.? Don't know, so far no sign of it today.

So now the day is about clearing out that closet, figuring out where to store everything, so we can fit some kind of no-cracks-anywhere trapdoor for the attic. And once again my days will be about fixing stuff left ragged and broken for the next owner to deal with.