This method of bat-proofing is so effective that the bat did not escape from the ceiling into my bedroom, but instead into the bedroom I had chosen as a refuge on the main floor (worried that a furry rabid flood of 700 would come spilling from the garbage bags after I heard them scratching up there I thought I might be safer elsewhere). It squirmed and then popped out from under a dresser, and then was swooping around the room while I panicked under my covers. I called for Suzanne who, in a leather jacket and with a broom in hand, saved me from the darn thing.
I am trying to remain calm.
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