A conversation about bats

[funkyzanzara]

Uncle's birthday party. His brother Kevin calls to wish him a happy birthday. They talk for a while. Uncle returns to living room:


Uncle: I guess Kevin killed a bat the other day.
Aunt: A bat? Why'd he do that?
Mom: Why would he kill a poor bat?
Uncle: I guess it was in the trashcan and he was worried it was gonna follow him inside.
Dad: They're harmless; they eat bugs.
Mom: What, was the baby gonna chew on it?
Dad: They eat 9 times their weight in bugs a night.
Aunt: Man, that's a lot of bugs
Mom: Wait, how did he know it was gonna go inside? It was probably just looking for a place to sleep.
Dad: Did it ring the doorbell? Wait, are they sure it was a bat? It might have been the mailman.
Mom: No wonder they won't get their poor kid a kitty-cat, it'd want to come inside and Kevin would have to kill it.
Aunt: Hey you don't know what it's like in the city. The bat could've been in a gang.
Mom: Wow, I'm not going down and visiting them now. I'd try to go inside and Kevin would kill me.
Dad: I think we should buy him a bat-house for his birthday and we can write "No Kevin" on it.