Just call me Batgirl
...written on 07.12.02, @ 3:37 a.m.
Fri July 12, 2002
It is 3:13 am.
Around midnight, I was watching a video. "Cabaret" with Liza Minelli and Michael York to be exact, when I heard something drop in my window. I didn't pay too much attention until I saw the curtain move. Hmm, I thought, that is one big cricket! I cranked my eyes to the video once more and then heard a racket in the empty flower pot I keep behind the curtain. That was no cricket, I thought as I ran to get a towel to throw over what I thought could be a mouse.
I saw something jumping wildly behind the curtain until all of a sudden it FLEW out! It was a bat. I ran backwards screaming and flailing the towel as I tried to open my apartment door. I got it open and swung around to take a look and the bat was coming right for my midsection! I lunged out of my apartment and fell to the cement floor, scraping my right arm from my elbow to my wrist as I watched the bat hover above my shoes in the entryway. Come out, come out! I was thinking, but Mr. Bat had other plans and went back inside.
I ran over to the stairs, keeping an eye on my door and taking big gasping breaths in between nervous giggles. As my breathing started to calm down, I looked up the stairwell and saw a furry face with two glassy yellow marble eyes peering at me. Me and the cat then simultaneously shrieked at each other and ran in opposite directions.
After laughing at my predicament, I called the friend who I thought would be the closest. "Hiro, I have a problem." I explained the situation to him and he came over in a flash with a clear umbrella (another word for "kasa", or "umbrella" in Japanese, is "koumori" which also means "bat").
He found me crouched by the front door, surveying the entire length of the apartment. I hadn't heard or seen anything since my hasty exit, but we checked it all out three times over anyway.
After poking every crevice and corner, and finding nothing, he said he was going back to work until about 3am and to give him a call if I needed to. That's my Hiro!
I went to Circle K and flashed my wound at the clerk. His eyes bulged with the appropriate sympathy and he showed me where the bandages were.
Now I'm home. I carefully removed the futon and all of the covers from the closet. No bat there. Now I am hearing popping noises from the window. I am soooo sleepy. I don't want to hurt the bat and I know it doesn't want to hurt me, but I'm not sure that those thoughts are going to help me sleep. I'm gonna try though. Wish me luck!
P.S. This is where I think the bat came in and (hopefully) went out.
