This is the first thread I’ve started, so bear with me…
Right this second (well, actually five minutes ago), as I sat here merrily reading everyone else’s pointless mundane stuff, a bat flew in.
Nothing too unusual, considering I had the door open and there are TONS of bugs in here. What I find funny about this is that I just spent an hour with my sister painting a picture of bats on the door.
I should explain that I am at my place of business, a video store called Video Cave. The picture is cute, with two bats collecting a pile of VHS tapes in a cave. Get it? Anyway, I felt kind of guilty swinging at the bat with a box and all, considering I practically invited it in! I didn’t even really get it to leave, it just swooped around the racks about a hundred times and found the door.
Again, I just found this hilarious, but now I have the door shut and it’s damn hot in here!
One Christmas my aunt was sitting on the end of the couch with her arm hanging over the arm playing with what she thought was a child’s stuffed toy.
Boy, was she surprised!
Me, I like bats. I live in a state which has the mosquito as the state bird. Anything that takes care of “voracious, long-billed, dyspeptic musketoes” is a friend of mine. I will forever be a heroine to my cousins for grabbing a sleeping bat off their wall and releasing it outside, thus saving them from any horrific things that bats might possibly do to them in their sleep.
To be fair, my cousins come by their fear honestly. Their father used to be a cop in Wisconsin. He shared a rented house with two other cops. They all had service revolvers. And they all used bats for target practice.