Broken Rule #1
I do feel bad about this, since I'm not posting any crappy poetry or prose this time, but this definitely merits a rule break.
At 3:00 in the morning yesterday, (Saint Patty's Day morn) across the hall neighbor Mike comes banging on my door. Bono isn't in the room, he's out somewhere fighting his tomato soup, I mention his whereabouts because it's important to note that Bono is the one who answers doors and picks up ringing telephones as I'm too lazy and unmotivated to do things of the sort. Well this time I was wide awake and figured it was Bono with hands too full of tomato soup to open the door, so I go and answer these loud bangs. Mike proceeds to hysterically tell me that he was at the water fountain when out of nowhere a bat flies past his head. One look into his pinkened glazed eyes and I have to ask, "Are you sure it was a bat Mike?" He leads me toward the corner and as soon as he reaches it he turns and comes hurrying back. Turning back toward the corner I see it fluttering like a dark butterfly toward my head. My fear of bats, if ever one existed was quelled long ago back in a house on Riverview in New London. Brian and I grew up in that house with a definitely out of the ordinary room. This room had no furnishing and looked as if in complete ruin. It was like a sort of sick torture room used on bad little children who lied or disobeyed, because added to it's natural disfigurement the room would be filled with either bats, bees, or a combination of both. I would also like to add that this room was right next to our bedroom. Having to live with that for a few years nulled the fear of bats.
Anyway this bat is flying around on our floor for some reason. Somehow a bat got into our building and was flying freely around the 8th floor. I was keeping an eye on it and while running past the bathroom stopped in and yelled to Bono about this happening. Basically Mike and his roommate Steve, both drunk and high hid from the bat while Bono and I, both sober went to catch it...and catch it we did. I named it Skree and had big plans for him...her, I couldn't tell which gender it was because it was crawling around on all fours (?) like demon. I wanted to train it to attack people. I implore, is that so wrong? Well after much debate on what to do...wait I shouldn't say debate, because civility and maturity went right out the window once the intruder was caught. I mean one of our plans was to release Skree onto the girl's floor early in the morning, around 8:00, and giggle at the chaos generated. We tried to feed it rice krispie treats and honey roasted peanuts, and Steve occasionally made death threats at Skree.
Well, Bono and I kept it for the night seeing as we had no harbored feelings of hatred toward the thing. Hearing it walk on its feet and hooks was kinda weird. It was also weird hearing it try to fly/claw its way out of its plastic prison. Skree did calm down some when I petted her. I was the only one who would hold her let alone touch her. She was probably rife with disease, but meh, how often does one get the chance to contract some strange disease from a bat? Unfortunately our inability to feed her (though I was willing to give up some of my blood for sustenance) and the University's strict no pets rule had me come to the decision to let her go. Her clawing and skreeing during the day, while I was asleep also helped me come to this conclusion.
So I showed my love by setting it free.
And now I miss Skree.
At 3:00 in the morning yesterday, (Saint Patty's Day morn) across the hall neighbor Mike comes banging on my door. Bono isn't in the room, he's out somewhere fighting his tomato soup, I mention his whereabouts because it's important to note that Bono is the one who answers doors and picks up ringing telephones as I'm too lazy and unmotivated to do things of the sort. Well this time I was wide awake and figured it was Bono with hands too full of tomato soup to open the door, so I go and answer these loud bangs. Mike proceeds to hysterically tell me that he was at the water fountain when out of nowhere a bat flies past his head. One look into his pinkened glazed eyes and I have to ask, "Are you sure it was a bat Mike?" He leads me toward the corner and as soon as he reaches it he turns and comes hurrying back. Turning back toward the corner I see it fluttering like a dark butterfly toward my head. My fear of bats, if ever one existed was quelled long ago back in a house on Riverview in New London. Brian and I grew up in that house with a definitely out of the ordinary room. This room had no furnishing and looked as if in complete ruin. It was like a sort of sick torture room used on bad little children who lied or disobeyed, because added to it's natural disfigurement the room would be filled with either bats, bees, or a combination of both. I would also like to add that this room was right next to our bedroom. Having to live with that for a few years nulled the fear of bats.
Anyway this bat is flying around on our floor for some reason. Somehow a bat got into our building and was flying freely around the 8th floor. I was keeping an eye on it and while running past the bathroom stopped in and yelled to Bono about this happening. Basically Mike and his roommate Steve, both drunk and high hid from the bat while Bono and I, both sober went to catch it...and catch it we did. I named it Skree and had big plans for him...her, I couldn't tell which gender it was because it was crawling around on all fours (?) like demon. I wanted to train it to attack people. I implore, is that so wrong? Well after much debate on what to do...wait I shouldn't say debate, because civility and maturity went right out the window once the intruder was caught. I mean one of our plans was to release Skree onto the girl's floor early in the morning, around 8:00, and giggle at the chaos generated. We tried to feed it rice krispie treats and honey roasted peanuts, and Steve occasionally made death threats at Skree.
Well, Bono and I kept it for the night seeing as we had no harbored feelings of hatred toward the thing. Hearing it walk on its feet and hooks was kinda weird. It was also weird hearing it try to fly/claw its way out of its plastic prison. Skree did calm down some when I petted her. I was the only one who would hold her let alone touch her. She was probably rife with disease, but meh, how often does one get the chance to contract some strange disease from a bat? Unfortunately our inability to feed her (though I was willing to give up some of my blood for sustenance) and the University's strict no pets rule had me come to the decision to let her go. Her clawing and skreeing during the day, while I was asleep also helped me come to this conclusion.
So I showed my love by setting it free.
And now I miss Skree.