5 am Saturday morning...an unearthly yell. I get up to see dad standing under the windchime with an expression of having seeing medusa in flesh and blood. Proceed a little further to see mom with a plastic bati and a jhadoo poking insistently under the book rack..repeated poking of bapi introduces no new information to explain the scene...only more yelps. till i hear the words chamchiki or something to the effect. which I intrepret as a sodding huge chamaleon. Only it is not, it is tiny furry baby bat which emerges from said book case and makes low threatening swoops over bapi's head. hehehe...more screaming and ma charges with the jhadoo... too much excitement without caffeine. Said bat had earlier come and nesetled on bapi's tummy, whereupon he indulgently thwacked it and came in contact with something furry and small and warm. But I still rate his experience after didi's. She found a dead pigeon in her bed. i had more fun with that.