This is a passage from an email my mother sent me recently; a story about my grandmother, Libba:
In addition to the four herons who are nesting and raising their babies in her pecan tree, she's had a couple of episodes with bats inside the house. The first involved a bat that was flying, running into the ceiling, knocking itself out. The second time it did this, she was prepared with a big pan, which she used to cover it. Now familiar with the bat protocol, she called the police even though it was 11 PM. Two of them came to the house promptly but with no more than a paper sack. Borrowing a large vinyl garbage sack from Lib, though, they were able to capture the bat, pan and all and remove it to be tested for rabies. She has not seen the pan, but the report came back negative for rabies.