Going Batty

Yesterday morning I walked in to work and said hello to Jess, my coworker. His response was, “Did you see our little friend?”

“Our little friend?”

“I figured you didn’t, else I would have heard a scream.”

“Is there a mouse outside?!”

“No, a bat.”

“A BAT?!”

I went outside to look. Sure enough, directly above the door, was a furry, sleepy bat. I shuddered, quickly walked back inside, and went on about my day. I made the mistake of mentioning the bat’s presence to a few other employees. I had to convince them that it wasn’t going to harm them, and it should be left alone. My guess was it would fly away at night to feed and be on it’s merry way.

This morning when I got to work, that was not the case. Bat-creature was still there. Let me tell you the bank employees were freaking out!! One said, “it looked black yesterday and gray today. Did it just hit the brick wall and die and now it’s starting to mold?” Another told her boss if someone didn’t kill the bat, she was going to have to go home for the rest of the day because she was having anxiety attacks. (She’s on the opposite side of the building, nowhere near the door or the bat….)

Late in the morning, I see two male employees (higher ups, mind you) march outside to “inspect” the bat. The next thing I know, there’s a big discussion that went something like this: “You kill it.” “No, you kill it.” “No you.” “Did anyone bring a badminton racquet to work?” “Where’s the big shovel?”

I couldn’t take it. I do not like anything that creeps, crawls, or is winged. Bats disgust me. However, this thing was outside and was just hanging out! It wasn’t harming anything or anyone, and bats eat mosquitoes.

I asked for a really large cup. I excused myself to the break room and filled the cup with water. I walked outside and stood around waiting for the people in the parking lot to leave. I took one last look around and said, “Sorry little guy” before I threw the water on it. The bat squeaked, chatted it’s teeth, and flew away.

I walked back inside the bank and told the men the bat was gone. One guy was really upset because he was convinced the bat had rabies and was going to come back. (And kill us all?) I’m sure he had a psychic-medium-veterinary degree that led him to that conclusion. Another woman was upset because she thought for sure the bat was going to land on her car. (Because cars are common roosting spots for bats?) I just had to shake my head.

I took some pictures of the bat before I doused it, and sent them to a professor at NDSU. Turns out it’s a species that not a lot is known about – and isn’t really seen in these parts. And my colleagues wanted to smash it with a giant snow shovel.

Enjoy the close-up of the “Silver-haired bat.” I’m glad it’s gone, glad it’s alive – but mostly I’m glad I don’t have to hear about how it’s going to send people in to a sheer panic. I mean if scaredy-cat Val can be okay with it, when I’m the one that uses the door it was roosting above….. Can I just say I felt totally invincible today?! :o)

**No animals were harmed during the writing of this blog**

One Reply to “Going Batty”

  1. Val, I have done something similar. Story #1 When I was working at a coffee shop, the complex manager was to much of a sissy to take care of a bat. So i put on a sock because he had no gloves, scooped up the bat and took it out back by the trees to let it go. He simply flew away. Easy, right?
    Story #2 I also worked as an RA @ NDSU and my fellow college RA’s killed a bat (with a broom and vacuum cleaner :-() in the dorms because they were to scared and didn’t know what else to do. Doesn’t anyone know, put up a brown paper bag and when the bat flies into the bag, you close it and then take it outside? Goodness…
    Good work for saving that bat It’s a bit ugly, don’t ya think?

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