BAT ATTACK: part dos

The next day a maintenance guy from my housing office came out to see if the bat was still there and find where it got in. He said the bat was most likely gone, because it would still be flying around if it was still in the apartment. He found a gap in the wall of the furnace room that leads to the chimney and we figured that was how it got in. He sealed it up, said he'd come back the next day to put a rubber stopper on the bottom of the furnace room door just to be safe, and left. I thought that was the end of it. Silly me.

I heard flapping around around two the next morning. I reluctantly turned on my light, not wanting to see what I knew would be there. Sure enough, the nasty thing was hanging on the wall next to my door. Actually, he was hanging on a block of wood on the wall by my door. The wood was there when I moved in, and I assumed it was covering a hole, but apparently it didn't cover all of it. I tried to scare the bat out of my room with a broom and he squeezed into a gap above the block of wood. I hit the block of wood, trying to scare it out so I could get it out the front door but it wouldn't fly out.

I refused to sleep in the house with a bat for another night, so I called my roommate and filled her in. Her friend had two couches for us to crash on, which was great. Unfortunately, they wanted to hang out at the TKE frat house for a while before we went to her friend's apartment. They ended up staying until about 6 AM. I got fed up with their pointless ramblings about Greek life around four and went back to my roommate's car to sleep in the back seat. We eventually made it back to her friend's apartment and got a few more hours of sleep, then called the housing office again. They sent the same guy over and he managed to scare the bat out for good. He sealed up the hole in the wall so now there is no way that creepy little flying rat is getting back in here.

I used to love bats. I thought they were so cute. They were my favorite part of the nocturnal exhibit at the zoo. My sister and I even used to pretend we were bats when we were little and used our bunk bed as a bat cave (yeah, I was a weird kid). That image has been shattered. They are not nearly as adorable when they are dive bombing your head in a tiny apartment with low ceilings.

Want to know something cool? The word for bat in Spanish is "murcielago." It has each vowel. It might be my favorite Spanish word, even if it's not my favorite animal anymore.