Bat in my Belfry

So this morning I was standing in the doorway of my classroom talking to my neighbor when one of the adults in my room tells me to come quick. Never a good sign. So I go back to my classroom, and she tells me there is a bat in my window. I was like... ex-squeeze me. I have these metal, cross-hatched grates on my windows because I am right next to the baseball field and balls have broken the windows before. There is about six inches between the window pane and the grate. And there, tucked away in that space... is a bat. A real life, my name is Dracula bat. I have no idea how it got in, and clearly it could not get out. And clearly we could not all get on with our days, myself included, until we had ALL satisfactorily checked out the bat. That includes the classroom next to me, whose teacher I was gabbing to, I mean, discussing a purely work related issue with, before I got called back to my room. I don't really know how she found out... it could have had something to do with the fact that upon seeing the bat, I went running into her classroom, waving my arms and jumping up and down yelling "there's a bat in my window." And they all stared a little. But I eventually won them over and they all trudged single file back to my room and took turns looking at the bat, which WAS actually pretty cool like I had promised them it would be. That is the last time I go running into their room with a lame brained story and they don't believe me. I have them right where I want them. So, back to the bat, it clearly could not get out, and upon my colleague and I inspecting the outside of the grate, there was not a single hole or break in the metal. We have no idea how it got there. So we called the office, and they called the janitor who had to come and unbolt the grate and prop it open while gently nudging the bat with a broomstick to get it to come out. The janitor was not nearly as amused with the whole situation as I was. Nor as hyper. Nevada is weird.