I hate All things that fly!!!
Picture it....12:06AM me sleeping soundly in my bed when I hear *swoosh, flap, flap, swoosh*...I think to myself.. I must be dreaming... again..*swoosh, flap, flap, swoosh* OMG!!! THERE'S A BIRD IN MY BEDROOM!!!!!I scream withough making a sound. I throw the covers over my head and move into the fetal postion as I yell (with voice this time) for Tommy. "What, what??!!??" he yells back... THere is a bird in my bedroom I can hear it. He's now awake! *FLAP, FLAP, FLAP*
Im squealing!!! "Baby, its not a bird.... its a bat," he says. !!!THATS A BIRD TIMES 1000!!! in my fear book. Youve got to get it Tommy!!!! It could have rabies!!! Then he starts throwing things at it! THe bat starts squalling. Im screaming and crying, and still under the covers! Can we go to my moms!!Please I plead! He yells, I hit it!! But I cant find it! I need your help!!! I cant, Im too scared! I yell! You have to, he yells back. I tell him I have to have tennis shoes. I get myself equipped to run to the kitchen for a flash light. We then search for the bat all over my bedroom. After an hour, he says...we can finish looking tomorrow. I dont think it can fly anymore.
4:09 AM *Flap, Flap, Scrape* "Tommy I hear it, I promise I hear it." (I had thought I had heard it several other times.) About 45 minutes later, using a broom and mop and picks the little bitch up chop stick style from behind the TV.
My neighbor probably thinks we have lost our minds!!
Most terrifing night Ive had in a long long while!!! I dont know where the little bitch got in...I can only guess the fire place...but we have it sealed off with heavy card board. There is now a rush on finding a house... I cant stay in that apartment much longer!!
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Im squealing!!! "Baby, its not a bird.... its a bat," he says. !!!THATS A BIRD TIMES 1000!!! in my fear book. Youve got to get it Tommy!!!! It could have rabies!!! Then he starts throwing things at it! THe bat starts squalling. Im screaming and crying, and still under the covers! Can we go to my moms!!Please I plead! He yells, I hit it!! But I cant find it! I need your help!!! I cant, Im too scared! I yell! You have to, he yells back. I tell him I have to have tennis shoes. I get myself equipped to run to the kitchen for a flash light. We then search for the bat all over my bedroom. After an hour, he says...we can finish looking tomorrow. I dont think it can fly anymore.
4:09 AM *Flap, Flap, Scrape* "Tommy I hear it, I promise I hear it." (I had thought I had heard it several other times.) About 45 minutes later, using a broom and mop and picks the little bitch up chop stick style from behind the TV.
My neighbor probably thinks we have lost our minds!!
Most terrifing night Ive had in a long long while!!! I dont know where the little bitch got in...I can only guess the fire place...but we have it sealed off with heavy card board. There is now a rush on finding a house... I cant stay in that apartment much longer!!
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