In the wee hours of the morning, The OH and I were woken by Loo Bear screaming. As we cosleep with Baby Bear and breastfeed, I'm on baby duty overnight and The OH takes kid duty so he got up to see what was going on. Apparently Loo heard a squeaking noise but after a brief investigation, no squeaker could be found.
Ten minutes after returning to bed, there's yelling once more. This time Loo heard a flapping noise and The OH heard it too. In the dim light The OH also thought he saw something small flapping about. Thinking a large moth must have gotten into the kids' bedroom, he turned the light on and got ready to catch and remove it... Except it wasn't a moth, it was a bat! Catching it in a cot sheet, he released it out of the kitchen window.
Come (later) morning, The OH got up and was feeding the cat when he heard a little screech and squeak. Sure enough, there was a little bat, attached to a curtain. We're not sure if it was the same one who managed to find a way back in, or a different one. The OH popped it into a box and tried in vain to get in contact with someone from the Parks & Wildlife Service after I found this information about Tasmanian bats.
The little bat was happy to stay tucked away in the box all day and we released it after dark tonight. A nice lead in to a mini study about bats...
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