As a third-year resident of Walker Hall, I’ve learned not to expect luxury. But a year or so after they seem to have fixed the, umm, sewage-leaking-from-the-ceiling problem, is a bat-free living environment too much to ask?

After reading Tyler Stigall’s graphic description of the deadly symptoms of rabies, I still have nothing against cute construction paper bats. I’m even willing to tolerate the occasional late-night bat in Pelletier—at least there we’re usually fully clothed and semi-awake. But we have to draw the line somewhere.