sit down son

FedEx Guy: *walks in* Do I need to duck?
Me: *blinks* Wha?
Fed Ex Guy: You get rid of the bats?
Me: ....Yes. No more bats.

Oh my god my job *falls over laughing* REALLY. This is never going to get old, is it?

Though John was wondering what poor sod got to inherit the couple-hundred bats. They've gotta go somewhere, after all.

OMFG SAVE ME SOMEONE AHHH

At work. Normal day. Doing normal things. Walk in the office to grab some more envelopes and stamps. See movement. Notice it's a DYING BAT crawling around on the ground.

Run away. Finish with the invoice stuffing. Leave to mail them. FIND TWO MORE IN FRONT OF THE COUNTER.

Run away OUT OF THE SHOP. Mail invoices. Come back. FIND ANOTHER ONE THAT DEFINITELY WASN'T THERE BEFORE.

Freak out. Call boss. Call the people who've been trying to kill these fuckers. Spot ANOTHER ONE crawling up the display in the front window.

Hang up phone. Want to die.

kjhkashfaksjhaksghakjghasg PLS SEND HELP. WTF DO I DO WITH DEAD AND DYING BATS.



In other news the weather is amazing. It's 84 degrees and before the BATS OMFG all I wanted to do was relax and maybe run around outside. DAMN YOU BATS, MY DAY WAS BEING AMAZING UNTIL YOU FUCKED IT UP.

I think they're falling from the ceiling as they die. THIS IS NOT COMFORTING AHHHH.

Edit: My bats have been REMOVED and I've been on a hunt to see if there are anymore hiding places. Which means I've been chasing them around as the still-lively ones FLY AROUND. aksjhfasg