Pip! Pip! Hooray?

Hello friends,
How has your week been? Any adventures? I'll tell you about my adventure with wildlife this week.
Here in Arkansas, we've had a mild winter -the kind where you see college dudes wandering around in sandals, shorts, and sweatshirts. ( I do not understand this outfit. at all.) Anyway this past week we had some warm days but, also some very cold nights.
Saturday was one of these cold evenings. I got home from work around midnight, craving a warm midnight snack. I wandered through the house to the kitchen without turning any lights on, completely unaware that I had an uninvited house guest in my dining room. After fixing myself an unhealthy snack I went to the dining room and flipped on the light.
"What is that?" There was a black lump high on the wall directly above my great granny's antique (read: heavy) table. I stepped closer to investigate. "OMG, I can see little feet." So, I pull out a chair, climb up, and take a closer look. And attached to my wall, taking a nap, is a little, fuzzy bat. I jump down, grab my phone and start texting Zach, who is at work. (He's a 911 dispatcher.) I tell him of our little houseguest and his first response is, "You can't keep it." Of course, I tell him I had no such thing on my mind (Ok, it did cross my mind, maybe once.)
Other things on my mind:

• He is really, really cute
• How the heck did he get in my house?
• I wonder if he's rabid?
• Gosh, he's cute.
• Maybe if I get bitten I'll turn into some sort of superhero.
• All the good bat superhero names are taken
• Bartholemy would be a good bat name.
• I wonder if i can take pictures/video to put on youtube while simultaneously capturing the bat
• I should probably just put him outside

 Google informs me that my guest is an Eastern Pipistrelle bat. My little friend looked like this. (yes, we're friends now, okay? Don't tell Zach)

So, I put on some of those blue dishwashing gloves(couldn't find any others) and  pushed my great granny's table out of the way. All the while, the little guy doesn't even make a move. I'm kind of wondering if he's even alive. Zach texts, "Bats are jerks, he's probably just faking so he can attack your face. Also, you can't keep it." Thanks, hon.
I climb up in the chair. I can't even see him breathing. That is weird. So, I just grab him. Ok, wow, he is definitely alive, and he seems a bit cranky. He kind of looks like this now:

I gently hold him as he sinks his teeth right into my glove. Luckily they don't go through and my fingers don't go far enough into the glove anyway. I walk him to do the door, all the while apologizing profusely. "I'm really sorry to wake you! You're cute when you're mad and also kind of scary. I'm sorry!"
Then I get to the door. Crap. How am I going to open this with a bat in my hands? So, I go to the back patio. It has a sliding door and I can open it with my knees.
So I set him down on the patio, convince him to let go of my gloves and wait for him to fly away, free as a ....bat.
Instead he just sits there, eying me warily. Then, after a bit he flaps off into the night.

I kind of miss the little guy.
Did you meet anyone new this week?