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My mom has bats in her belfry. What next?

The call came at an inopportune time, just as I’d put about four pounds of chicken on the grill, and donned my imaginary outdoor chef hat. It was my mom. And while she wasn’t frothing at the mouth (a bit of foreshadowing), she was rather worked up. She’d found a bat. In her house. On […]