Us Vs. Nature? :: June 21st, 2002 ::
The bat that had just slinked in from a hole in the ceiling was flying around the living room. It rounded a corner and hid for a moment in the shadows of the crawl space. I made hooks with my index fingers and mimicked its movements as it scaled the walls; it seemed to be looking for some hiding space, a small crevice in which it might be able to hide from the frantic humans trying to figure out just how they were going to get this particular animal out of their living space.
Being from the city, my only real experience with bats has been through books, though I do remember there was a scare at my church when I was in fourth grade, when a dead bat was found in the urinal in the downstairs bathroom. So really, I’ve had no experience. Which is probably why, as I watched the little winged rodent fly about the house, veering into the shadows, then back out, then crawling desperately along the walls, I couldn’t help but feel just a little bit menaced.
