I was in the office first this morning. Before it was fully light outside. I walked in, turned on the lights and the copier, stashed my lunch and wet about working. An average beginning to my day.
I was sitting at my computer, checking on something when I caught movement. In the form of something black crossing my field of vision. I turned to watch it and saw it cross the room, turn the corner and head up the steps.
It was a bat.
Apparently I disturbed it when I turned the lights on. It went upstairs where it was still semi-dark. I finished up what I was working on, called someone to notify him of the bat’s presence, left a note on the interior door for the coworker due in next who is terrified of such things and went on my way. I had something that needed immediate attention that took priority over the bat.
As expected, the coworker called to ensure I was serious. She seemed very happy with me for not letting her encounter the bat. The gentleman I called was still tied up when she approached him for assistance. So another coworker came and rescued the poor creature. It was just a tiny thing, much more scared of her than she was of it.
Upon last report the bat was seen fluttering away across the rooftops, hopefully to find itself a new home, preferably not inside our offices.
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