a bat in my belfry

So, last night we visited my colleagues (and friends) Andrew & Robert in their new apartment . . . kind of an "apartment-warming party" if you will. Great times, great food, great company - thanks guys.

Upon arriving home, I discovered a bat in our house. Rather than retell the story, I'll leave it to the many chats I had at work retelling the story.


Bryan: What time did you guys leave last night?
Jennifer: Right after you.
Bryan: Oh. We had a negative impact?
Bryan: :(
Bryan: I was just so full . . . and the beer . . . *sleepy*
Jennifer: Well, it's just that there's no party if Bryan's not there, ya know.
Bryan: Ah ha! :)
Jennifer: yeah, I was sleepy, too.
Jennifer: but then I stayed up watching tv. so. heh.
Bryan: if it were a Saturday (and I wasn't so full) I'd have crashed on their floor
Bryan: So . . . check this out . . .
Bryan: We got home . . . and there was a goddamn BAT hanging from the top of one of our windows.
Jennifer: OMG! Inside or outside?
Bryan: I wouldn't give a crap if it were outside.
Jennifer: *nod*
Bryan: The reason I noticed it was because Dillyn-the-Villain was on top of the sofa (which was right beneath the window) and was standing up with her front paws on the upper window-sash.
Bryan: Looking up.
Jennifer: I have a feeling this story would be funnier if I could hear it in person, as I'm sure there are visuals that would crack me up.
Bryan: Oh . . . .
Bryan: Yuck.
Bryan: Getting goosebumps.
Jennifer: (I wondered how you spelled Dillyn's name. Now I know.)
Bryan: :)
Jennifer: So what'd you do???
Bryan: After I cleaned my underwear out?
Jennifer: haha.
Bryan: Long story short, I swatted at the damn thing . . . and it began to fly around the house.
Bryan: PHUCK.
Bryan: And . . . lo and behold, went up into the loft and flew around there for another 15 minutes until it finally landed.
Bryan: So, I had to go up there with broom and box . . .
Bryan: and swat some more.
Bryan: Finally, I whacked it (in mid air) and it fell to the ground, likely stunned.
Bryan: I grabbed said box and threw over it.
Bryan: Slid a piece of cardboard beneath box
Bryan: Had entrapped it.
Jennifer: you used your brain! yay!
Bryan: Then, my silly wife decides to get the video camera out.
Jennifer: not to imply you usually don't.
Bryan: :)
Jennifer: it took that long??? She totally should have done that first thing.
Bryan: I know, but she was equally freaked.
Bryan: This whole thing spanned like 30 minutes.
Jennifer: omg! Hilarious.
Bryan: awful.
Jennifer: not for you, of course.
Jennifer: but hilarious for me.
Jennifer: to think about.
Jennifer: *thinks*
Jennifer: *laughs*
Bryan: I'd rather go through puberty . . . and four years of grueling college before suffering this again.
Jennifer: but you got it outside safely?
Bryan: I was shrieking and running around the house like a little girl.
Bryan: Yes.
Jennifer: awesome.
Bryan: Then . . . Sharon proceeds to tell me that she had wondered why the cats would sit for hours, pecuiliarly gazing upwards into the fireplace flu (sp?).
Bryan: After exercising that demon from the house . . . both cats STILL sat in front of the fireplace, in seeming anticipation.
Bryan: Well . . . we figured, where there's smoke, there's fire.
Jennifer: uhohs.
Bryan: We grabbed a large piece of foamcore and and sealed the place off like Area 51.
Jennifer: ha.
Bryan: Funny, that earlier we were talking about how the pilot light was turned off.
Bryan: My first inclination was to fire up the fire. :)