boyfromfishponds

got back from london last night bout 12. my house mate had left the curtains open so i went to close them, as i did i saw this furry sock hanging from the curtain. but then i thought 'i don't have a furry sock?' it wasn't a furry sock. it turned out to be a bat. what a bat? thats right, a fucking bat just hanging there. after a bit of a bruce wayne moment i got my act together. at first i tryed the old bucket and record sleave number. but the bat had his claws proper tight on the curtain and when i was putting the sleave under the bat started hissing and doing that high pitchd squeak.

so i got my house mate to come give me a hand. he came up with the idea of throwing towels at the bat in the hope that the bat would fall into the towel and we could just put it outside. as you may of guessed this did not work.

eventually we came up with the idea of closing all the doors apart from the front one and trying to get the bat to fly out. the bat hand not moved the whole time, so we were wondering what the best way to get him flying was. then my house mate came up with a genius idea. so there we were under the table, i had a mop in my hand, he had a brush in his. we creeped over the top of the table and started poking the curtain then........whoosh! the fucking thing was flaping round the front room. after what seemed like forever he made it out the front door.

i'm not gonna lie to you it was proper scary. i know it's only a bat, it's not gonna bite me and all that bollocks. but look into those eyes and tell me you wouldn't shit it a little bit.