Crippled bats, and BB guns.

Alright fellow bloggers and followers,
I don't think i've mentioned this before.
But my house occasionally gets bats.
Now it used to be a real problem, but we had some guys come and do shit with our attic and they haven't really been seen since then.
But last night, Kayla was in my brother's room doing whatever, and my mom and I heard her scream.
We run in the room and she's hiding under a sheet and claims to have seen a bat crawling on the motherfucking floor.
I got dressed and went over to my neighbor Dustin's house and asked him to come kill it.
Three minutes later, he shows up at my house, loaded BB gun in hand.
He couldn't find it, but entrusted me with the gun for the night.
So there I was, in black biking shorts, and a blood red tank top, holding a gun.
Needless to say, I felt pretty bounty hunter.
Although that feeling quickly passed when my mom and I were in her room and there was a bat out in the hallway, and I was too pussy to shoot it.
Damn.