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Originally Posted by AldreaOrcinae
My first actual encounter with a bat was at the natural history museum of Washington, next to the dormant volcano whose name I forget. I was about 10 or 11 and I had my tiny cousin with me, about 3 or 4. There was a bat on the wall above a display of animals of the area, and we thught it was fake at first. I stood on my toes, got super-close to the wall, and blew in it's face. It spread its wings, looked up and opened its mouth and screeched at me. I picked up my cousin and hauled ass across the museum (made it to the opposite wall in about 3.2 seconds). My family was standing a few feet away, collectively dying of laughter.
...I still like bats, surprisingly enough.
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We had a bat in our bathroom one time. I was in bed and was hearing squeaking, so I just thought I was hearing it through the open window. I wasn't. There was a bat in the bathroom. The little guys was discovered when my dad came upstairs to take a leak, and he saw it flying around. He called my mom upstairs, and when she got there my dad was standing there like a moron uselessly waving a towl around. My mom caught the bat and let it back outside. My dad's a city kid.
Then last summer there was a bat stuck between the windows in the bedroom my mom and I share. He had gotten in there somehow, and my mom shined a flashlight in his face to show him the way out.