Cranky bat is cranky.

God I wish I had a good camera.

We had a bat in the apartment, more specifically, the bathroom. He managed to crawl through the walls and get into the bathroom through a small hole left from some plumbing repairs. I was convinced the chittering I was hearing was due to a cicada or cricket. However, Adam returned home to save the day by discovering that a little brown bat had gotten stuck in a box in our bathroom closet and was frantically trying to figure out why there seemed to be so many corners around him.

After a couple of failed attempts at grabbing him with kitchen tongs and lots of help from growling/yowling/also chittering cats, we finally got him into a carrier. Frankly, I can understand his distress. If I were a small mouse sized creature I would be cranky too after spending a few hours in a box with large house cats circling me like vultures, making it vocally known that should I show my face I would be a quick snack. Anyway so we took irate little bat outside and let him down on the ground.

Bless his soul, the little thing had the nerve to look up at us and let out a stream of what could only be an abusive string of bat curses. It would have been much more impressive if he hadn't been smaller than my hand with a cutely crinkled face. If there wasn't the chance of me getting rabies, I would have held him. There's something about pug-nosed mice with wings that just bring out the "OMG CUTE" reaction in me.

Nature. It is magical. Nothing better than discovering nature in your bathroom.