Swing batter batter swiiiiing!

Today's Agenda Looking Back:

9:50 Awake to a crazy thunderstorm.
10:20 Shower-"ARE THOSE THE SIRENS? ....#@*^!!"
10:22 Quickly dress while dripping wet.
10:30 Sitting in the basement eating an apple and bagel-still wet.
10:35 Decide this is ridiculous so I go grab my computer to finish some work while I sit there.
10:40 Can't stand being wet anymore so I leave to go dress myself-despite the hail.
11:15 'Ooh, I see sunlight. No biggie'. I make pasta salad.
11:25 'Still sunlight. I finish the deviled eggs I boiled last night.
11:45 My mom calls to make sure I'm not dead and tells me she's proud that I am now domesticated.
12:00 Put the brisket in.
12:30 Quick run to the store to fix a craving for bbq chips. Yumm.
1:00 No one shows for the bbq-yet.
1:50 Still no one. 'Why did you put 1-6? Dumb.'
1:54 Leave to drop something off at work.
2:02 Decide I am really lucky to live two blocks from work.
2:30 One friend arrives.
2:33 Three more friends arrive.
3:35 One more friend arrives.
4:15 And another friend arrives.
4:15-6 Good times were had.
6:10-7 Great talk with a dear friend. Great talk. Love her.
7-8:40 Decided I needed to finish some work.

8:50 'ERICA ERICA ERICA!!'
'YEAH??'
'OOOOOOoooooOOOOOH BAT BAT BAT-THERE IS A BAT DOWN HERE!!'
'...ha. seriously?'
At this point after the humor left, I decided I should help my roommate. So I
grab a jacket zipped it up-hood included-and set out downstairs.
'There is a bat in the study!'
'For real?' -instantly a bat flies out of the study and into the living room.
'Ohhh. There is!'
'Should we call the landlord?'
'Uh-yes. Maybe, I don't know. I know a friend who might know what to do.'
So I text him-however the minute I sent it I felt bad 1-He's in rehearsal
2-He has to pay for his texts 3-Why would he know how to wrangle a bat
4-I felt like it was a lame damsel in distress text-not intentional.
'Ok. Lets call Will'.
After calling our landlord we decide to grab a shower curtain, open the front door, and yell a lot while pushing him out. After a lot of screaming and some ever so pointless sweet talk-It was still flying in circles like a broken record. Finally we reached the front door and it had landed on the floor next to the french doors leading into a bedroom. We open the door-which I'm sure looked much like an awful horror flick when there is someone with an ax behind the door and the audience knows but the character opens it anyway-and in one swift choreographedlike motion my roommate grabs the shower curtain and I, looking like an insane eskimo in 90 degree weather, grab a chair to prop open the door. At last-the bat sees the door. It attempted at least six times before it found the courage to fly through. I kept thinking to myself at this point that I should either rub my fingers together (heard that worked) or cheer it on like a cheerleader. Figuring I would look more like a drunken idiot I instead decided it would be best to stand there and think about all the other places bats could live in my house. I came up with 23 significant places where a bat would make a happy little home.