About 25 years ago I came home from work, took a shower and went to bed as I lay down I almost immediately felt something on my leg I thought it was a mosquito or a fly so I went to brush it away and when I did I realized pretty quickly it wasn't an insect it was a fucking bat, I jumped up screaming like a bitch, grabbed my work boot and started swinging at it until I finally hit it, it fell to the ground and I gave it one final smack with the boot. I had always hated bats before that happened but that brought the hate to a new level.
When I first moved to Texas I would leave for work about 4:45am and when I left the apartment there were always bats flying around, I would literally sprint to my car every day covering my head, I must have looked like an idiot to anyone who seen me, my girlfriend would stand out on the balcony and laugh at me nearly everyday!
aren't dracula and bats supposed to be buddies?