One night we were watching some episodes from season one of One Tree Hill and we hear this noise, scary as fuck, that we’re convinced is an angry raccoon in our house ready to kill our cat. T and I creep our way over to the hallway where C is standing ready to pounce on whatever is making the ungodly noise. Cell phones at the ready, 911 dialed, thumbs on the call button, we peer around the corner to find...B. A.k.a “The Bat”. Laying on the floor at C's mercy, a screeching, annoying, potentially rabies infested, bat. EW. So naturally I freaked cause...I`m scared of everything. We scoop up C, lock her away in the basement and freak about what to do with the bat. Realizing that it`s 2 am and there is no one to call, we decide to manufacture a fake door by taping some garbage bags up in the entrance way to the hall where the bat was. Woke up the next morning to find a hole in our superbly made garbage bag door.
That was four days ago. We haven’t seen B since.