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Our office is on the 6th floor, which is as high as our building goes before you end up outside (but higher). The space between the roof and our ceiling is home to a colony of bats, who generally prefer their home and outside (but higher), unless one of them gets sick or a bunch of workers are hammering on the roof. Which, I've had my home roof worked on, and they require someone over 18 to be at the house the whole time they're there, no matter how much the sound of hammering makes you need medication. I totally sympathise with the bats there.
Anyway, while it's not something they enjoy, occasionally a bat makes its way through the ventilation system, spills onto our floor, and suddenly surrounded by light, noise, and weird talking primates, starts flying around. It won't hurt you (unless it's on the floor, which means it's sick and you should avoid it or put a large box over it until the Men Who Net Bats arrive), and indeed doesn't even want to touch you, but even though Nebraska is full of bats that do us a solid by eating mosquitos, most people never see them unless they go looking.
So one, or possibly two (accounts vary) bats from upstairs paid us a visit today, and people started screaming like babysitters being stalked by Monte Propps. Someone phoned Building Division for the Men Who Net Bats.
I didn't think to name the bat(s), but they were handsome and doing their best to avoid the giant mammals, and you could easily track where they were on the floor by the screams.
Rachael had gone out to her car for something. She took the elevator up. The door opened, and she saw a co-worker duck down screaming as a bat flew past. Another co-worker dove into the elevator car screaming THERE'S A BAAAAAT! Rachael decided to take the elevator back down to the lobby and get a coffee.
The Men Who Net Bats arrived and took their places around the floor, waiting for the bat(s) to fly within net tossing range. This took about five minutes. I assume the bats will go to a really nice farm where they can play with other bats all day.
Anyway, while it's not something they enjoy, occasionally a bat makes its way through the ventilation system, spills onto our floor, and suddenly surrounded by light, noise, and weird talking primates, starts flying around. It won't hurt you (unless it's on the floor, which means it's sick and you should avoid it or put a large box over it until the Men Who Net Bats arrive), and indeed doesn't even want to touch you, but even though Nebraska is full of bats that do us a solid by eating mosquitos, most people never see them unless they go looking.
So one, or possibly two (accounts vary) bats from upstairs paid us a visit today, and people started screaming like babysitters being stalked by Monte Propps. Someone phoned Building Division for the Men Who Net Bats.
I didn't think to name the bat(s), but they were handsome and doing their best to avoid the giant mammals, and you could easily track where they were on the floor by the screams.
Rachael had gone out to her car for something. She took the elevator up. The door opened, and she saw a co-worker duck down screaming as a bat flew past. Another co-worker dove into the elevator car screaming THERE'S A BAAAAAT! Rachael decided to take the elevator back down to the lobby and get a coffee.
The Men Who Net Bats arrived and took their places around the floor, waiting for the bat(s) to fly within net tossing range. This took about five minutes. I assume the bats will go to a really nice farm where they can play with other bats all day.
