“Mommy. Daddy. Come quick. There’s a really big, really ugly bug up here.”

Spy’s voice was remarkably calm as he called to us down the stairs. Yet there was definitely a hint of worry in his voice.

And this is a boy who loves bugs. Spy has a bug zoo/cage that he fills with his bare fingers as I, Spymom, try not to visibly cringe.

But this bug wouldn’t fit in that cage.

Because it was a brown bat.

Spydad’s voice carried far more concern when he went to investigate and announced a bat was flying around upstairs. I ran up the stairs with a broom in hand, ready to grab a towel. This wouldn’t have been the first bat I’ve caught.

But then it flew into the guest room and we followed, slamming the door behind us. With the broom, I checked to make certain it wasn’t hiding in the curtains, then threw open the window. We backed out, trusting the bat would find its way outside.

This morning? No bat.