... In the Belfry
Jun. 5th, 2010 02:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mechanosapienceSo, I went to sleep a bit early tonight with the intention of ridding myself of a headache. I apparently traded this in for an unwanted visitor, because I awoke to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tigerdreams frantically informing me that there was a bat in the room. I groggily looked up and sure enough, there was a bat flying about the dorm in a figure-eight configuration. Freaked out, I made sure that it was in the room between my bedroom and the hallway, closed the bedroom behind me, and BOLTED for the door. While I attempted to contact the house manager to inform her of this turn of events, our commotion drew the attention of one of my neighbors, O, who offered to consult the collective brain of humanity on what course of action to take and later, braved the bat-infested lair to open the window to allow it to leave. Unfortunately, this bat was a bit confused, and didn't seem to get the hint, so we went downstairs to play a board game and give it some time to vacate the premises. Downstairs, we related the story to a couple of people, only expecting to share a story of adventure and chiroptera. Imagine our surprise when we heard one person downstairs say, "I have some experience with bats. Let me get my gloves." So we followed T (the experienced bat-wrangler) and G (his enthusiastic assistant) back up to my room, only to find that in our absence, the bat finally figured out that it wasn't welcome and left. In our search of the room, we discovered the bat's point of entry: a small hole in the ceiling of the closet in the room between the bedroom and the hallway.
The best part of this series of events wastigerdreams pointing out that we were the NPCs who recruit adventurers from a tavern to deal with the monster in the village.
EDIT: So, it turns out the bat was still in my room. It had apparently decided that my empty trash bin seemed a lovely nest. After the hunt was called off,tigerdreams thought it best to not try to go to sleep, so we commenced watching DS9. Into the second episode, tigerdreams heard a rustling of a plastic shopping bag and had me pause the show and invesitgate. I tracked the sound to the trash bin and, lo and behold, the damn thing was still here. I quickly threw a towel over the trash bin, got dressed, and walked a couple of blocks away to a brightly lit parking lot (I was damned if I was going to release the bat in a dark area where I couldn't monitor its location) where I removed the towel. And waited. And dropped the towel in case the bat had decided to cling to it. Meanwhile, tigerdreams looked into the bin, which had tipped over, then moved around and behind it and tipped it back up, whereupon the bat finally fluttered off into the mists. God, I feel like a 1st level PC in Ravenloft.
tigerdreams frantically informing me that there was a bat in the room. I groggily looked up and sure enough, there was a bat flying about the dorm in a figure-eight configuration. Freaked out, I made sure that it was in the room between my bedroom and the hallway, closed the bedroom behind me, and BOLTED for the door. While I attempted to contact the house manager to inform her of this turn of events, our commotion drew the attention of one of my neighbors, O, who offered to consult the collective brain of humanity on what course of action to take and later, braved the bat-infested lair to open the window to allow it to leave. Unfortunately, this bat was a bit confused, and didn't seem to get the hint, so we went downstairs to play a board game and give it some time to vacate the premises. Downstairs, we related the story to a couple of people, only expecting to share a story of adventure and chiroptera. Imagine our surprise when we heard one person downstairs say, "I have some experience with bats. Let me get my gloves." So we followed T (the experienced bat-wrangler) and G (his enthusiastic assistant) back up to my room, only to find that in our absence, the bat finally figured out that it wasn't welcome and left. In our search of the room, we discovered the bat's point of entry: a small hole in the ceiling of the closet in the room between the bedroom and the hallway.The best part of this series of events was
tigerdreams pointing out that we were the NPCs who recruit adventurers from a tavern to deal with the monster in the village.EDIT: So, it turns out the bat was still in my room. It had apparently decided that my empty trash bin seemed a lovely nest. After the hunt was called off,
tigerdreams thought it best to not try to go to sleep, so we commenced watching DS9. Into the second episode, tigerdreams heard a rustling of a plastic shopping bag and had me pause the show and invesitgate. I tracked the sound to the trash bin and, lo and behold, the damn thing was still here. I quickly threw a towel over the trash bin, got dressed, and walked a couple of blocks away to a brightly lit parking lot (I was damned if I was going to release the bat in a dark area where I couldn't monitor its location) where I removed the towel. And waited. And dropped the towel in case the bat had decided to cling to it. Meanwhile, tigerdreams looked into the bin, which had tipped over, then moved around and behind it and tipped it back up, whereupon the bat finally fluttered off into the mists. God, I feel like a 1st level PC in Ravenloft.
