There's a bat that lives outside our bathroom. He's a little brown bat (his species name, not a cute name I gave him). He's been roosting there since I got here. I actually thought he was dead until I very gently poked at him with a stick and he opened his little mouth like he wanted to kill me. I'm not sure why he isn't flying around at night with his friends. Maybe, like me, he finds it too cold to chase around things that fly. I'm hoping one evening I will find him gone.
Went to Glacier National Park yesterday. We had to watch a very amusing safety video on what to do should you encounter a grizzly bear. I think it's entertaining now but when I do sneak up on a bear I'm sure I'll appreciate it. I have my bear spray handy. Slight side note: I talked to my mom right before I left Seattle and she asked me how the packing was going. I told her I just returned from REI where I bought my bear spray. She asked what you do with bear spray. Apparently she thought that you spray it on your stuff to keep bears away, kind of like insect repellent. When I told her that I could possibly have a bear encounter she was totally horrified. I guess living your entire life in California handicaps you in some ways.
I'm going to the booming metropolis of Missoula tomorrow to meet with an adviser who actually knows something about birds and may be able to direct my research somehow. In a slightly annoying turn of events one of my fellow students invited herself along. I was not looking for company in fact I was actually looking forward to a bit of alone time and maybe checking out Missoula's gay bar, which incidentally is in the basement of a post of the American Veterans Association. I really have no grounds on which to refuse to transport this person so I feel kind of stuck. Plus, even if she wouldn't mind going to a gay bar, I think much like 90% of people here she is too young to enter a bar. Totally surreal.
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