well, i would just like to say how i started my day...
my bf and i got up, he started making breakfast, i was picking out some clothes and i hear a semi-anguished "isobel....". so i come over and he tells me "there's a bat in the fan."
"is it dead?"
"yeah, pretty sure"
"is it gross?" (scared i'd come over and see something like ground beef)
"no...."
so i come over and this poor little batty had somehow squeezed through the half-inch wide holes on the face of the box fan we'd put in the living room window overnight. then, he got whacked by a blade, dragged himself around inside a little and died. the thing is, the fan was on the inside of the screened window so we don't know if he somehow came in the window or was trying to get out but either way, getting inside the fan was a feat.
luckily, today was trash day and the fan was crap we got at cvs for like 10 dollars so we just took the whole thing out to the curb. felt like we shoulda given it a little burial but we had to leave for work, it was IN a frickin' fan, and lord knows it coulda been rabid or something.
poor little dude.