What next?

I swear fo all that's good in the land of gooney-goo goo, I just showed my ass at work!

I was kinda leaning back in my chair and something caught my eye in the corner of the vent to my left and I stood up to get a closer look.  I thought it was a dust bunny, but when I realized that it was a RODENT, I started freaking out and called building maintenance.

Now mind you, I have someone on the phone cracking up at me acting a fool.  Well I was going to use the restroom, so I got off the phone with him but before I could go, the maintenance guy came in with a ladder.  Now knowing he's the practical joker he is, I got my shit and headed for the door because if he even gave me an inkling that he was gonna pretend to put that damn thing in my purse or on my jacket, I was gonna catch a case.

Once he got on the ladder, he discovered it was a bat!  Now I'm standing at the front door freaking out.  I ask if it's alive or not because if it is, I'm not taking my chances on that fucca flying into me or getting caught in my hair or something crazy.  He says it's dead, so I kinda relax...until he flips up the vent and that biyaaa comes flipping out the other end of it.  I'm hopping up and down and screaming because he tells me it's alive.  I go flying outside (imagine the mammy on Tom & Jerry x 20) hollering and screaming until he gets it and takes it out back.

I don't trust him because he's always playing jokes on me.  Sure enough he comes around the opposite way acting like he's got something in his hand and I go flying outside.

He assures me that he's just messing with me now and that he's tossed it in the dumpster.  I so need a massage!  Earthquakes in the morning, bats in the afternoon.  Damn that, I'm just getting myself a drank!

Have a good one!

*not the actual picture, but dammit it sure is close!*