Being a photographer means going where people in their right mind avoid. And I don't just mean war correspondents. Take this morning as a case in point. As I was opening up the library, I spotted a furry lump on the floor by the check-in computer. I called in two colleagues who had also just arrived to see if either of them could identify this insect or rodent or whatever it was. One of them peered from a distance and pronounced it a bat. The two of them removed a sensible distance. I, on the other hand, immediately reached for my camera and moved in as close I could without alerting the sleeping bat. Satisfied that I had captured the moment, we put out a call for a member of the maintenance crew who swooped in and removed the interloper before the students arrived. Naturally we called our superhero, Batman.
BTW, not having a fireplace or windows that open, we concluded the bat must have slipped in during one of the regular security checks over the weekend.
Great you had your camera at the ready and that you could call back up. I can tell stories about bats. my daughter had one in her bedroom at
once time and called us desperately for help. Hans drove to Newmarket (next town over) in the middle of the night. she said it was flying around her head while in bed and she was scared.
@leananiemand Apparently they can slip in the smallest spaces. Since it was morning, I guess he was resting. No telling how long he'd been there or how much flitting around he had done at night!
@allie912 Allison, this particular time (and there were a few) Hans said, when I just asked him, that he cornered the bat with a tennis racket, reached underneath it, grabbed it and carried it out the front door. after an inspection of where it might've come in, they found a very tiny hole in one of the window screens.
once time and called us desperately for help. Hans drove to Newmarket (next town over) in the middle of the night. she said it was flying around her head while in bed and she was scared.