Mouse
Yesterday's mouse adventures took an unexpected turn. After several hours wondering what I could do to remove it I finally realised it wasn't leaving, so I started moving things to find it. Hearing loud squeaks got me thinking the poor "mouse"; was trapped under something; so I moved more stuff to let it out. Moved the last box, and lo, there was my "mouse" - a wee little bat. The poor bastard was terrified. I herded it into a box and put it in a shed out back where it can get free if it wants. Those are noisy little bastards.