I had a bird in my basement last summer. Scared the hell out of everybody until we realized it wasn't a bat. Then it was just a matter of herding the panicky little idiot back outside.
Reminds me of when my wife and I used to go LARPing on the regular. Sunday afternoon, a couple dozen of us would descend on this one Wendy's like ten minutes from camp, and some people would not be bothered to change for the drive home. So you'd get a bunch of random nerds stopping for food and some of them would still be in full elf garb or half-orc makeup or whatever.
Homemade ice cream is worth it if you have the equipment for it, by which I mostly mean the actual churning machine. All the custard and stuff is a lot fiddlier if you don't have a stand mixer or a family member to mix for you, but it's still doable.
Baklava. I love it. When my aunts make it it's always amazing. But holy crap if it isn't the most tedious, fiddly, obnoxious stuff to make. And that's if you're not also making your own phyllo dough... all like six miles of it that goes in a batch one vapor thin layer at a time.
Keep telling yourself this. Trump thanks you for getting out of the way.