Diogenes had been bitten by a bat. it began with him playing an old NES game system while a friend was visiting.
He heard a scurrying sound on the carpet in the other room.
"that's a fucking rat, i fucking know it is."
"if that damn thing comes in here i'm going to kill it."
he then heard it scurry from the doorway to the closet.
He picked up a baseball bat.
the scurrying was now under a pile of dirty boxers and salt stained t's.
He brushed them aside with the baseball bat.
it was not a rat, but a bat.
Diogenes didn't want to kill the bat so he grabbed a towel and tried to catch it, but to no avail.
the friend who had been playing NES with him grabbed a broom, thinking to flush him out through the window.
D grabbed his video camera. the chasing ensued for nearly an hour, also to no avail.
finally, exhausted and stressed, the bat landed near the closet again.
Diogenes grabbed the towel, threw it over the bat, and picked it up.
not too carefully though, as the bat bit him through the towel.
the next morning he went down to the doctors office to see what he should do about it.
Dr. said to get some shots. Diogenes walked down to the emergency room, told the receptionists what he was there for.
three hours later they called him in to a room.
two shots in the arm, two shots in the legs, and two shots in the ass.
the next day he was sick as a dog, a rabid ole yeller dog.
but he wouldn't have to be put out like that.
No, later in the evening he felt it upon himself to join in a collegues birthday party,
lots of whisky and only one of two non-undergraduate bodies celebrating.
it was time for the cabellero to to get the symposium rolling.