I had another bat evacuation from my apartment on Tuesday. I heard the thing rustling about somewhere, so I had the gladware container ready. Then, it flew in the room, circling overhead of me and squeaking in that special way bats sqeak, and each time it came close, I would both try to catch it with the container and get out of its way. My body contorted wildly.
Finally, the thing flew right at me, and I almost got it, but it landed on my leg. I was about to start screaming like a preteen girl at an N'Sync concert (I'm not even joking. The scream was right there in my throat), but I was able to remain calm.
An inner monologue:
"Hi, Mike. Nice to see you are still around. I'm not sure if you've noticed...oh wait! Yes you have! You and I are on the same page, then. That's a good thing. Now remember, we don't like bats, so instead of doing that screaming thing which I feel you are about ready to do, I suggest we remove it carefully, and all will be resolved. Good job, Mike. I'm going back to sleep."
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