gotham city

There was a bat in my classroom today. A real, wing-fluttering, fur-covered, flying bat.

I probably would have peed in my pants, if not for the fact that I was running like Marion Jones on steroids.

Dr. Dark, my principal, happened to be coming down the hall towards me as I yelled, "THERE'S A BAT IN MY ROOM!!!! And it's alive!" He jokingly asked me if it was real.

{Sidenote: We have a bat problem at school, though it is usually contained upstairs. Last year, I walked into my room and accidentally confused the projector hanging from my ceiling with a bat. I was preggo. Honest mistake.}

I, not so jokingly, told him to get in my room and kill the bat. He obliged. Armed with a broom, he entered my room and the bat met a swift demise. Please don't call PETA.

And the kids haven't even come to school yet. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.