...And I hosed it down with a water spray bottle until it fell helplessly to the floor- where I then proceeded to snap pictures of it.
What a memorable night that was. The first bat that was found in my old apartment around 10 pm one hot August night, sadly enough, didn't make it out alive. He/she ended up knocked out cold via broom, and effortlessly flushed down the pooper. (Thanks to my brave, elderly landlord.)
The second bat came at around 3 am. I woke up to a strange flapping sound.... as if maybe something... say, a bat, was flying around the room?? This one survived getting binged up by the ceiling fan before it decided to hang out (literally) on the molding that ran at the top of the walls.
I didn't know that's where it was, so to be on the safe side I ended up crawling on my hands and knees to the bathroom all the way across the apartment, with a blanket wrapped around every square inch of my body. After assessing the bat wasn't in the bathroom, I locked myself in there.
And I waited.
For what?!?
Hell, I didn't know... but I wasn't about to expose myself just so the darn thing would get all tangled in my hair, or bite me on the neck and give me rabies.... or even turn me into a vampire!
Actually, I don't think I waited long. I ended up getting to the light in the living room and finding that the bat was hung up, ready to settle in for the wee early hours of the morn.
I tried to sleep in the bathroom, on the floor, for the rest of the night- but it was just too hot. So eventually I mustered up enough courage to try and kill this thing. Or trap it. Or shoo it out the door.
Anything, really.
But one thing I did know about bats is that I knew they had to swoop to be able to fly. So at around 4:30 in the morning the dangling thing was pretty content where it was and didn't feel like flying around anymore.
So after throwing the broom and other random things at it for about 45 minutes, I experimented with a squirt bottle- ended up aggravating it enough to where it just sorta flopped to the floor and in a sleepy stupor. I'd poke it with the broom handle, and it would just sorta open it's mouth in a yawn type of jester and let out a little squeak. I did this a lot until I was pretty convinced the bat was helpless and definitely not a threat. All this little guy really cared about was getting some sleep!
So yea, what else would someone like me do at that point???
I took pictures of it, of course!! And then I covered it with my big white plastic trash can with piles of books and heavy things on top of it, so I knew it wouldn't start flapping around and flying away with the can over its head.
I never went back to sleep. Boy was that was an interesting day at work!
What a memorable night that was. The first bat that was found in my old apartment around 10 pm one hot August night, sadly enough, didn't make it out alive. He/she ended up knocked out cold via broom, and effortlessly flushed down the pooper. (Thanks to my brave, elderly landlord.)
The second bat came at around 3 am. I woke up to a strange flapping sound.... as if maybe something... say, a bat, was flying around the room?? This one survived getting binged up by the ceiling fan before it decided to hang out (literally) on the molding that ran at the top of the walls.
I didn't know that's where it was, so to be on the safe side I ended up crawling on my hands and knees to the bathroom all the way across the apartment, with a blanket wrapped around every square inch of my body. After assessing the bat wasn't in the bathroom, I locked myself in there.
And I waited.
For what?!?
Hell, I didn't know... but I wasn't about to expose myself just so the darn thing would get all tangled in my hair, or bite me on the neck and give me rabies.... or even turn me into a vampire!
Actually, I don't think I waited long. I ended up getting to the light in the living room and finding that the bat was hung up, ready to settle in for the wee early hours of the morn.
I tried to sleep in the bathroom, on the floor, for the rest of the night- but it was just too hot. So eventually I mustered up enough courage to try and kill this thing. Or trap it. Or shoo it out the door.
Anything, really.
But one thing I did know about bats is that I knew they had to swoop to be able to fly. So at around 4:30 in the morning the dangling thing was pretty content where it was and didn't feel like flying around anymore.
So after throwing the broom and other random things at it for about 45 minutes, I experimented with a squirt bottle- ended up aggravating it enough to where it just sorta flopped to the floor and in a sleepy stupor. I'd poke it with the broom handle, and it would just sorta open it's mouth in a yawn type of jester and let out a little squeak. I did this a lot until I was pretty convinced the bat was helpless and definitely not a threat. All this little guy really cared about was getting some sleep!
So yea, what else would someone like me do at that point???
I took pictures of it, of course!! And then I covered it with my big white plastic trash can with piles of books and heavy things on top of it, so I knew it wouldn't start flapping around and flying away with the can over its head.
I never went back to sleep. Boy was that was an interesting day at work!
