Shortly after we moved into our house in Bethesda we discovered we had bats in the attic. We were not concerned. I loved bats (even after the Pittsburgh bat) and we saw no way for them to get into the house proper.
One afternoon we were getting ready to go somewhere. Clare, then about 3, walked into the bathroom and announced there was a bat in the house. I told her that, yes, there were bats in the attic, but none in the house.
She then found her dad and told him there was a bat in the house. He told her that, yes, we had bats in the attic, but none in the house.
She insisted there was a bat in the house and Dean and I sighed and looked at each other, knowing that Clare and a vivid imagination.
Round about then, a bat swooped down between us and Clare said, “See! There’s a bat in the house!”
She reminds us of it often.