Well, the wildlife sagas continue. Last night Wilbert came home from Praise Team practice. He unloaded the car and then came upstairs and we talked for a bit. Then we both headed downstairs. Wilbert got the bottom of the stair first and said, "Whoa! There is a bat in the house." "Are you serious?" I said, hoping he was just kidding. "Yeah. It just flew by my head." "Well, take care of it!" I said running back up the stairs to make sure Joash's door was closed and then to hide in our room. That's right. I was a chicken and didn't even go down stairs to help my husband. Our house has a very open layout with only the upstairs really having rooms with doors that can close. So, there is really no where to hide down stairs. I waited anxiously as I heard Wilbert open windows and take the screens out, scold the bat for getting to close to his hair, rummage through the Tupperware cupboard, and swat at the bat. Eventually, I could tel...