Counselor B, "We have a bat in our cabin! Don't worry, the girls are calm and I managed to get them to not scream, but WE HAVE A BAT IN OUR CABIN!"
I calmly put on my shoes and headed over to find all 10 twelve year olds with their heads under their covers. I realized about halfway between my house and the cabin that I had come completely empty handed, so I wasn't really sure what my plan was, but how difficult could it be to shoo out a little bat?!
I located the golf ball sized bat quickly and with confidence, climbed onto the top bunk, tee shirt in hand, prepared to grab him and toss him outside gently. But when I reached for him, he opened his tiny little mouth and went from being cute and harmless to something from all of the trendy vampire shows and movies.
I yelped, dove for cover and decided to re-think my plan, however, in doing so, I must have spooked the little guy and he started flying around the room. I attempted to throw the tee shirt on him mid-air, but I missed, and then he started swooping.
At breakfast this morning, several of the counselors told me they heard, "eeeeeeeeeekkkkk" followed by girls giggling, me shouting to Counselor B to "do something". As I cowered in the top bunk, hands over my head, I thought, "this is NOT how I saw this turning out!"
After a few warning swoops and laps around the room, he landed. Regaining my composure, I grabbed a bucket of markers, dumped it onto the floor (I wasn't trying to be dramatic, but probably was), and trapped him. Counselor B came with the dust pan and we managed to get him off the wall, into our bat-trap and then we carried him outside to be released back into the wild.
I will be adding "wildlife specialist" to my resume this morning.
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