Call Me Renfield

I just had to rescue the office from a bat -- or vice versa.  He flew into PK's office and sat down on the windowsill.  I took a small trash can and covered him with it.  I then took a legal sized file folder and slid it underneath.  I could hear him rustling around inside.    I carefully flipped the can and walked to the elevator.  I did NOT tell the two women in the elevator what was in the can UNTIL we got down to the lobby.  One woman ran the other way, and the other followed me outside to see him.   Outside in the valet area, I walked over to the empty designated smoking area.  I gently tipped the can in a nearby flowerbed, and the bat slid into the mulch.  He sat there for a few seconds, seemingly confused.  He was a cute little guy, like a mouse with wings.   Then he took off, and flew in a couple of circles overhead before flying away.  His wingspan was maybe eight inches.  The woman who followed me out was ducking and laughing.   I returned to the office... As a fly fisherman himself, PK was impressed by my calm and efficient catch and release.