Il pipistrello
November 19th, 2009
Yesterday my flatmate found a bat in his room. It was clearly alive but probably sick or in a state of shock. Since it didn’t move he took a camera and made some pictures. Then he put it in a box and kept the poor thing for a couple of hours in order to allow me to admire it upon my return from university.
Being a medical student, he did however advise me not to get too close to it because of Rabies (a fatal disease with the initially flu-like symptoms followed by slight or partial paralysis, cerebral dysfunction, anxiety, insomnia, confusion, agitation, abnormal behavior, paranoia, terror, hallucinations, progressing to delirium).
Then (that is, after my admiration, not after delirium) we released it on the balcony and since it didn’t leave immediately, we wrote a note to the other flatmate (who was still at work) in order to prevent her from stepping on it. True gentlemen, I say.
When I checked a little while later, it was gone.
Here’s what it looked like:
Poor bat