Long, long ago, (two days, to be precise) a bat made its way to our house and flew inside.
The mother of the house was alone because her husband and youngest child had travelled to a far away land to fetch her eldest daugther.
As the mother was watching t.v the bat flew all over the place, leaving its batty creepiness everywhere he touched. So when the mother finally decided to retire to bed, the bat was sitting on her wall, right next to the bed. It gave the mother quite a fright, so she acquired a tennis racket to fight the beast.
In the hallway , a fight ensued. The bat was coming straight for the mother, at a frightening speed. The mother lifted the racket and knew it was now or never . So she whacked him one hell of a shot that flung him to the other side of the hallway altogether. He had died with open eyes from the shock of the hit. And they (well one of them , anyway) lived happily ever after.