Bat flies into room once, no one notices. Bat flies by again, "what the hell is that". Bat comes in for a third pass, "holy &*%$!". Residents go running...

Upon sudden push from couch to hallway, foot slips on new $90 rug. Upon slipping, heal of foot goes into the underside of new coffee table. Upon coffee table jolt, glass of milk (from new carton mind you) goes over onto new $90 rug. D-oh!

The bat, which we're sure is rabid, is contained to a few (rather key) rooms. This will allow us to think of a remedy while we sleep, so long as the two Rare African Death Centipedes that I killed in my room tonight were really the only two, and aren't just replaceable representatives from the mother Death Centipede nest.