Our story starts one chilly march morn. Chad and I were walking to the band room to ask Mr. Richardson (the band teacher guy) a question. While walking up to the band room, I see through the window something flying. "Oo a birdie!" I squealed. (I know I sounded ditzy). "It's a bat," a bystander replied.
"Ooo it's a bat!"
Anyway, this was flying around the band room and it was quite humorous to try and watch them catch it. I don't think they realized bats could fly, so they kept poking it and trying to catch it in a box, but it would just fly away. Eventually, it landed above the big pet cage like metal cabinets where they keep the instrument cases. Mr. Richardson climbed up there and eventually got some butterfly nets. Some kid (who was cute if I do say so myself) started playing Mission Impossible (duh duh duhduh). Mr Richardson moved in and swap! He caught it! Mrs.Rising got pictures. It was a good morning.