This evening there was an unexpected visitor in the house: Mr. Bat*. I was entering the “serving area” of the house (I live in a sorority house as their “house mother”/house director, in case you weren’t previously aware) getting a plate for some newly baked chocolate chip cookies and in swoops a bat. I admit, my heart rate went up and I ducked as he flew around the higher altitudes of the room, but I did not scream or make any noise for that matter. He left the room and I quickly went about trying to close off the doors to the areas that I occupy most frequently. Well, in that process I knocked over about 8 sheets of drywall onto a tall plastic tree that the women had apprehended (read: stolen) from a fraternity last semester, which made quite the mess (the base broke and scattered dirt and wood pieces about) and hindered me from closing a very important door – the one with access to the hallway that leads to my apartment. I like bats, they’re helpful in limiting bugs outdoors, but I don’t really want one indoors, let alone in my apartment.
Then I made sure he wasn’t in a couple of rooms and closed those doors. Then I called Al’s Critter Removal service, and he let me know that the bat should be quarantined into a room, otherwise he would be quite difficult to find if Al were to come out to catch and release the bat. I called J to help with the bat hunting, but he was working on a paper. I then called the most logical person for such a task, Cordell. He was on the phone, but graciously accepted the task and showed up shortly thereafter with gloves on, a bucket, and a broom – bat catching tools (or so I thought it was for catching). We secured the first floor and went up to the second floor and didn’t seem to be having much luck. We were in the common area of the second floor and Mr. Bat showed up swooping and flying over head. Cordell takes his broom and starts swinging it about. I said something to the effect of, “we don’t want to kill him.” And was quickly corrected that indeed we did. He conceded to trying to catch Mr. Bat if he stayed in the common area, so long as no biting or scratching was involved, but luckily Mr. Bat went into a bedroom and we were able to quarantine him after all. Sorry Cordell, no destruction or mayhem tonight.
Payment was made in the form of milk and cookies (thanks again!).
Mr. Bat will be fetched by Al for catch and release tomorrow morning.
*It seems that bats fall into the automatically male category.