Oh Lord... Today has certainly gotten off to an interesting start.

Well, heh, I get a text from Mollie at about three in the morning basically saying "OMG, we have a fucking bat in the apartment!" Keep in mind that I'm at Troy's house for the night and I'm wondering whether or not to take this seriously, but I know she wouldn't joke about something like that so I pretty much laid there wide awake until his alarm went off. I so did not want to come home after reading that...

But anyway, I did, and at first we couldn't find it and we were trying to concoct some plan to capture it and, well, release it, but that didn't work out so well... We finally spotted it hanging upside down on the door frame to the hall closet () and Mollie tried to get it with a shoe box since it was sleeping. Well, that didn't work and it woke up and immediately flew into the kitchen. (I was armed with a broom and I literally screamed and ducked when I saw that thing flying my way...) It so didn't help that I'm scared of bats... Never saw one in real life until today, but oi...
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I eventually called my mom and asked her what I should do and she said not to try and catch it because she heard that there's been a big epidemic of bats with rabies this year. (Great...) She suggested calling Animal Control, and that's what I ended up doing... They were technically closed when I called them (since it was, like, six this morning) but I noticed that they had a number for emergency hours, so I finally got a hold of someone through that. A guy came in about twenty minutes later armed with nothing but a Tupperware container and just got up on the kitchen chair and got it from on the top of our cabinets. It was pretty small, only about three inches big, but it was still, well, scary and gross. The guy ended up getting my name and everything and he said that they were going to mail me the results after they took it to the lab to see if it had rabies or anything. I didn't say anything, of course, but I just kept thinking "I don't care", which I don't. They could euthanize the damn thing for all I care. :/ I know that sounds harsh and sort of odd considering that I love animals, but if it's not a kitty or a guinea pig, then I don't want to get anywhere near it.

I was baffled more than anything on how it even got in the apartment in the first place, really. (We still don't know.) That's something I had mentioned when the man came, but he said that they're pretty much like mice and can get in anywhere. Great...
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So yeah, a completely pointless journal entry, but that really traumatized me and I just had to post this.
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