A live BAT came into our room last night

I got out of work last night, and got a call from my roommate.

“Lizzie, there is a bat in our room.”

Now at first I thought, “Did somebody rob us and then leave the baseball bat they used to bash in our window behind?”

“You mean a baseball bat right?”

“No, Lizzie, a live bat. It’s on our radiator.”

This is what I came home to:

I know, what the fuck, right?

So, how did it get into the room? Well, we have plants that we put into the window. And to put them in the window, we open the screen. Enough said.

And how did we get it out? We thought reslife might know. But the RA on duty called the Hall Director, who didn’t know.

Their best advice was to wait outside of the room until some bat expert (Batman?) could come to get rid of this little guy, but first..

We took a selfie.

We named him Bart.

Unfortunately, the bat master showed up to kick our temporary roommate out. However he seems to love bats, even describing Bart as “Bootiful”.

Bye Bart!