Bedroom Intruder

Help, there's an intruder in my bedroom! So glad that I was not staying at the Sugar Shack all by myself; the uninvited was just inches away from my Uncle Tom weapon. Not that a canoe paddle would be the appropriate choice of weapon in this particular situation.  While rushing out the door to an emergency dentist, seeking relief for TH's excruciating pain, we stopped knowing that there was a small creature also suffering.  Somehow, Harvey found his way inside the house and flew upstairs. He had to be in disoriented bird distress. We couldn't leave him alone while we were out, now could we?  Cranking open all of the windows for air flow, then removing one screen might do the trick.  After his many unsuccessful attempts at the big round stationary window, he finally found the suggested escape route.

Unfortunately,  TH is still in big human agony.