Well, I bludgeoned a bat yesterday evening. Be mad at me if you will.
It was about time to get our daughters tucked in to bed and something caught my eye. At the top of the stone fireplace and peaking out from behind the wood trim was a brown furry thing that my eye initially interpreted as either a Tarantula or a bat.
I hastened the girls' exit on upstairs and took my wife aside to whisper to her and let her look across the rooms and see it. She had our older girl stay in her room until I gave the all clear but of course didn't tell her why. She has a pretty bad fear of bugs, critters and several other things like fires, storms, lightning, tornadoes and so forth. We DON'T need any further sleep problems!!!
Folks, it was us or the bat.
I was not going to try to mess around with catch and release. The last thing we needed is the thing escaping into the house!
The bat's physical position was perfect for us and too bad for the bat. Its head and wings were just right there – the rest of its body hidden tucked behind the trim. I donned the face mask I had been using to go grocery shopping, and some safety goggles (all in case there was any splatter) and I took a hammer, set up a stool, stepped up onto it and stalkingly moved toward the thing. I guess maybe "blind as a bat" is true. It never moved, but I was freaked out thinking any split second it would fly forth from its location. Got as close as I could with the hammer, then delivered the blow.
Yep, bats bleed red. Upon impact the freaky little thing's mouth opened like its initial reaction was going to be to bite.

I followed up with several hammerings to the skull, then figured I'd break the wings which were the only other things exposed at the time. Can't be too safe.
So yeah, I probably committed a crime and, yeah yeah, I know bats eat mosquitos...
...But "not in my house!"