After writing The Bat a few weeks ago, another co-worker read the post and emailed me her own harrowing story about encountering one of the furry, flying beasts in the same attic at work. The following is her terrifying tale. As with the last post, names have been changed.
It was after hours and the attic had cleared. Ted’s ladies had left for the evening and Becky was safely in her car on her way home. Cindy and I were working away and chatting, as we often did. Cindy went to the washroom and then to collect a print job when she was done. I tapped away on my laptop. En route to her office Cindy stopped at my desk and stood, staring at me. I peered up. “What?” She said: “Go look above the fax machine”. I was leery, yet curious.
My “Why?” garnered no response. With a sigh I heaved myself out of my chair. Around the corner I crept – at a snail’s pace. Upon reaching the fax machine I looked at the wall. And I stared. And then I considered what I was staring at. I tilted my head, to ensure that I was considering what I thought I was considering. And then I let out a blood curdling scream. It was a bat!!!! A very large killer bat with big sharp teeth. The winged rodent stared at me with it’s dark beady eyes. I whipped around and ran smack into Cindy. By then she had stopped laughing at my initial reaction. Clearly, my own terror had incited panic in her as well. We ran back to her office (as I only had a cubby for crying out loud!) and slammed the door with a bang. We then picked up the phone and hit the page button.
In a raspy, fear laden voice I said: “Will any male still in the building please come to the attic of 551?”.
The clock ticked. No one came. We tried again. “We repeat, Cindy and Ruth really need the assistance of any able bodied male still in the building”. Before I hung up I added: “Please get your ass up here in a hurry”.
My desperation must have been apparent. Barney made his way up the stairs. We told him where the beast was and tiptoed behind him while he went to check it out. When he turned the corner, with us in his shadow, I swear the damn thing flapped its wings to mock us. Cindy and I screamed and tore back to the office. Before we could slam the door for a second time Barney tried to come in. Hell No!! We locked him out and told him to catch the damn thing.
Hearing the commotion Steve finally made his way up. He scoffed at Cindy and I who had not only locked ourselves in her office but were hiding behind a partition. Steve grabbed a garbage can and trapped the bat.
I wore a hooded sweatshirt for the next three weeks and put the hood up every night after hours. No way a bat was going to get caught in my hair…. I kept a binder at my desk to swat away any unexpected visitors. No way a bat was going to get caught in my hair…… (See, those who haven’t worked at our office would think me paranoid. But we know better don’t we?)
How I did not go on short term disability for emotional distress is beyond me. I still shutter at the thought of it all. This chick and bats do NOT get along.
We haven’t seen a bat in a very long time, but re-reading these stories makes me laugh all over again, but at the same time it makes me slightly wary…