Where, now, the bats their wavering wings extend,/Soon as the gloaming spreads her waning shade...

It's bat migration season. I just opened my office door and sent a bat flying down the hallway. "Whoa!" I cried, shutting the door before peeking out again. Five bats had to be dealt with in Lathrop Hall yesterday. Yikes! I'm told that the fellow comes with a big net but just sets it aside and catches the bats with his bare hands.



Yep: that's just about what m'bat looked like, though I didn't get a very good look in the millisecond between opening the door and jumping back into my office. Was very batty, though, I'm certain.