That is a big bat.Bats creep you out huh? The centipedes in Arizona, the ones as big as your arm, that is what creeps me out, I'd take a bat anyday. Ewww.Miss Violet
Nice bat. They don't mean harm, they're just trying to make a living just like anyone else. That's what I told my boys about most wild animals when they were young.
Remember to lead them when panic firing wildly.
I never played tennis a day in my life.....But I have scored many a point on bats with a tennis racket. Problem is they usually leave a waffle looking spray all over the wall and ceiling. Real bitch scrubbing those tiny bits of skin off of the paint.
we get bats all the time. no big deal. open the door, wave a paper at them, and out they go!
I wouldn't need a shotgun, the dogs would go "bat-shit"...the house would be levelled in minutes!
That's a COOL bat! The ones we have around here are tiny. You probably don't like rattlesnakes either. Wimp. But seriously the snake that bit me gave me a healthy respect for them, but they don't creep me out.so, what does creep me out is this!I'm headed to the gas station to get fuel for something in my wife's Civic, and as I'm coming into town down the hill, a weasel lopes across the road right in front of me. I could hear his little head smack the license plate. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw him down. I realised that my grandson has a trapping permit, and though he could use the animal as opposed to it becoming a gray spot in the road, so i turned around to pick it up. It just so happened that there was a plastic grocery sack on the floor on the passenger side of the car. Perfect. I picked up the poor thing with about a 4 inch pool of blood around his head. Not moving, dead, right? I plopped him the plastic bag, and put him on the floor between the seat and the pedals. Off to the gas station.I pull in next to the pumps, shut the engine off, and pull the E brake.Then, I notice the weasel. He crawls out of the bag, jumps up into my lap, otherwise known as my crotchal area, and I'm freaking stunned! Then he runs across my leg and leaves bloody foot prints on my Levi's and jumps onto the console between the seats. I opened the driver door, and quickly grabbed him by the tail, and threw him out. There were about 8 witnesses to this fiasco. Part two (Killing a weasel with a windshield squeege)later if you're interested.
Bats don't bother me at all, I think they are cute.That weasel story was actual laugh out loud funny! Should have run it over again to make sure!
It's still a flying rat. Nasty. Little crap guano all over the place....Papa MikeIII
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