Adventure!
So, angelus7988 and I have just had an adventure. We were in his room at ADP; he was napping, trying to shake off a headache, and I was puttering about on the intertubes. All of a sudden, I happen to notice something black and fluttering swooping about near the ceiling. We have a bat in the room. Shit. So I wake up the boy, who (understandably, as he was asleep moments before) freaks out about the situation worse than I am. I tell him to put on some clothes and come out into the hallway (where I've relocated in the approximately 2.3 seconds since I woke him). He does so, shutting the bedroom door behind him, confining the bat in the outer room of the divided dorm-room, and we go to look for the house manager. Unfortunately, the house manager is out of town for the weekend, but our commotion has summoned forth our next-door neighbor, who was awake, and wants to know what's wrong. She turns out to be super-awesome, and offers to ask the internet what to do about a bat in your house, while angelus7988 is on the phone with the HM. In a further display of awesomeness, once we learn that the thing to do is to open the screen of the window and let the bat fly out, this hallmate volunteers to go in and open the window for us. We hang out in the hallway with her for a few minutes longer, occasionally checking to see if the bat has flown out yet (it hasn't), and then get popsicles from the kitchen and head downstairs to play a board-game in the living room and wait the bat out. Downstairs, we encounter a couple of angelus7988 ADP sibs, to whom we relate our bat troubles -- and one of them says, "I have some experience with bats. Let me find my gloves." The two of them go searching for their bat-hunting gear and then head upstairs, with us in tow, to confront the beast in its our lair. In that time, though, it seems as though the bat had finally taken the hint, because we discover an empty room when we arrive. We do have a hypothesis as to how the bat got in the room in the first place, though: there's a small hole in the ceiling of the closet in the outer room. We've been told to duct-tape it closed until the HM arranges to get it fixed.
At this point, I'm mostly just amused that we essentially recruited a party of adventurers to go deal with our monster chiropteran visitor.
EDIT: So, funny story. As it turns out, when we thought the bat had flown out the window while we were downstairs? It hadn't. It had discovered a nice, cozy place to hide -- our garbage can. When we thought that it had vacated the premises, we sat down and got comfortable, had a snack, took off a layer of clothes in deference to the heat, and started watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine on angelus7988's computer. Partway into the second episode, I hear some rustling, and ask angelus7988 to pause the show. I look at the fan: there's no plastic bag near it. I look at angelus7988's feet: there's no plastic bag near them. I ask, "What's making that rustling noise?" The boy goes to investigate, and manages to spot it in the trash can. We grab one of my dirty towels, and he drapes it over the top of the garbage can, trapping the bat inside, and then we take the whole thing and head downstairs to release it outdoors. After a narrowly-avoided encounter with a skunk, we manage to convince the bat to leave the trash can and rejoin its wild brethren. It took a bit of coaxing; who knew trash bins could be so comfy and reassuring? But now all is well in its world, and it's got an interesting story to tell its little bat friends now. And now angelus7988 and I are going to take the XP we've gained from this encounter and head to the diner to get some milkshakes and pie.
At this point, I'm mostly just amused that we essentially recruited a party of adventurers to go deal with our monster chiropteran visitor.
EDIT: So, funny story. As it turns out, when we thought the bat had flown out the window while we were downstairs? It hadn't. It had discovered a nice, cozy place to hide -- our garbage can. When we thought that it had vacated the premises, we sat down and got comfortable, had a snack, took off a layer of clothes in deference to the heat, and started watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine on angelus7988's computer. Partway into the second episode, I hear some rustling, and ask angelus7988 to pause the show. I look at the fan: there's no plastic bag near it. I look at angelus7988's feet: there's no plastic bag near them. I ask, "What's making that rustling noise?" The boy goes to investigate, and manages to spot it in the trash can. We grab one of my dirty towels, and he drapes it over the top of the garbage can, trapping the bat inside, and then we take the whole thing and head downstairs to release it outdoors. After a narrowly-avoided encounter with a skunk, we manage to convince the bat to leave the trash can and rejoin its wild brethren. It took a bit of coaxing; who knew trash bins could be so comfy and reassuring? But now all is well in its world, and it's got an interesting story to tell its little bat friends now. And now angelus7988 and I are going to take the XP we've gained from this encounter and head to the diner to get some milkshakes and pie.