However, they scare the ever-loving shit out of me at least 8 times a year. I don't know why, but apparently there's something about me that makes them want to swoop 2 inches in front of my face, sometimes shitting on it as they do so.
The most recent one was while I was leaving the house, on the phone with my wife. It went something like this.
Me: "So what do you want from the store?"
Wife: "Just some eggs and-"
Me: "*FWWWSHPT* JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST"
Wife: "Andy?"
Me: "AAAAAAA"
Wife: "Hello?"
Me: "ABATJUSTRAPEDMYFACE"
Wife: "What?"
Me: "BAT. FACE. GUANO."
Wife:"Are you ok?"
Me: "Screw the store, I'm going to burn my face with bleach."
Wife: "I'll call you later."
To rub it in more, the bats (who I'm convinced have placed a tracking device somewhere up my nose) will also come within about 5 feet when it's pitch black out. Now I'm afraid to go out, and people don't understand why.
Person: "Hey, can you run out and start my car?"
(It's December)
Me: "No, I just showered today."
Person: *confused look, usually resembling one if someone were to look you in the face and proclaim that Jesus just splooged in their coffee and they are going to have the kid au-natural. Or however you spell it.*
Me: "Trust me, the bats are watching."
Person: "It's ten degrees below freezing."
Me: "That's the point, their piss is like little daggers on my eyelids."
Person: "Why did I invite you again?"
Me: "I'm your brother."
I once scored a point when I hit one with my car. That point was taken away, though, when the bat then slowly edged off the front bumper onto the hood of the car, the wind pushing it along, spreading the blood and guts from the front grill's cuts all over my hood. Only when it got to the roof of the car did the wind force it off, and smack into the head of the motorcyclist behind me, who fell off his bike and into the nearby river. I didn't go back to save him, because that bat was probably still alive, and now it was out for vengence.
It's like the first part of a horror movie, only it doesn't really progress. The bats don't get human-sized, and I don't get a shotgun. Damn you Hollywood, damn you.
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