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joysweeper) wrote2009-03-15 10:18 pm
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A bat got into the dorm tonight, and alternately clung to a wall and swooped and fluttered in a panic. It was tiny whenever it was clinging and surprisingly large but silent in flight. Some of the people screamed, others didn't. It was in the main stairwell, up at the third floor where my room is. I was one of the ones who were annoyed at the frightened people. It was a bat. It wasn't going to attack. I lent a girl my chair to reach a window so she could open it and let the bat out, but there was a screen. We used a broom to try and scare it out of the stairwell. It collided with the glass once and recovered; eventually we got it out into the hall, and it zipped down to the boy side. They tried to catch it with a blanket, but it dodged and swooped around. Even the guys flinched. The bat fled into the secondary stairwell. The door there is always held open. We changed plans and decided to open the door at the bottom and let it escape.
It huddled on the floor and we realized that it was getting tired. One of the boys tried catching it with an empty trash container, and it fled up to the well around a window. The boy with the container started raising it after the bat, and the bat climbed higher, wings unfolding a little bit. Seeing that, every girl in the corridor said "Awww!" in unison. The container caught up to the bat and it fell in, but he tilted it down while lowering it and the bat flew out again. We resumed chasing it down the stairwell. Not far from the bottom it landed again and a girl threw a light blanket over it. Immediately the bat started squeaking in blind panic. I say "squeaking" with reluctance, because the word that came to mind when I was there was screaming. But I guess it really was a series of punctuated squeaks, surprisingly loud. We freaked a little at the sound, and after a few seconds a boy cautiously bundled up bat and blanket and we got it outside, where it flew away. Then we applauded.
I'm told that this wasn't the first bat, and they come out of the attic. I hope they can make it. It's still fairly cold outside.
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It huddled on the floor and we realized that it was getting tired. One of the boys tried catching it with an empty trash container, and it fled up to the well around a window. The boy with the container started raising it after the bat, and the bat climbed higher, wings unfolding a little bit. Seeing that, every girl in the corridor said "Awww!" in unison. The container caught up to the bat and it fell in, but he tilted it down while lowering it and the bat flew out again. We resumed chasing it down the stairwell. Not far from the bottom it landed again and a girl threw a light blanket over it. Immediately the bat started squeaking in blind panic. I say "squeaking" with reluctance, because the word that came to mind when I was there was screaming. But I guess it really was a series of punctuated squeaks, surprisingly loud. We freaked a little at the sound, and after a few seconds a boy cautiously bundled up bat and blanket and we got it outside, where it flew away. Then we applauded.
I'm told that this wasn't the first bat, and they come out of the attic. I hope they can make it. It's still fairly cold outside.
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