Call Me Batman

This afternoon I fulfilled one of my life goals; get bit by a bat, spread my wings, and fly away. Well that may be a stretch, but I did come in close contact with Francis, the Brown Bat who has been terrorizing G Phi B like it were his job for the past week or so.

The ever so courageous Maarja and I took it upon ourselves to end this horror story once and for all. Armed with a broom and a 5 gallon bucket, we approached the lil' guy in his sleep. The 3rd floor maintenance closet was his final resting place before we captured him. We may or may have not broken one of his wings in the process, but don't worry, Lisa Burton and her motherly insticts kicked into gear as she immediately called the bat lady. No, I'm not talking about a fictional cartoon character, I'm talking about the lady who pulled up in a mini van with the license plate "savbats" on the front grill. She came and gently scooped Francis up, gave us a five minute bat lesson, and courageously took off to her bat cave to repair his broken wing.

We don't know Francis' current state, but we can only hope for the best. You'll be in our prayers little man (don't worry, the bat lady did confirm it was a boy).


I wish I could rock the license plate "savbats,"

-William Macpherson Stallé