Bat swimmer

Hey Everyone! I really have to share something that has NOTHING to do with actual literature! But its an experience that was so weird! Literally happened at 9:40 am on July 26, 2012.

My little brother (12) and sister (13) came into my room this morning, and woke me up. My sister had a Tupperware container, covered in saran wrap, and inside I saw my one Dad's work gloves.

"Look Kylie! It's a bat!" My sister yelled. Side note: My sister is OBSESSED with weird things. She LOVES to look at spiders and she is just about my polar opposite.

I silently scoot a little farther into my mountain of pillows "All I see is a glove."

"No Look! Right there, do you see him shaking?"

And there the little guy was a black, shaking creature with a white stripe of fur along his back. So this is when my "Kylie-this-isn't-a-freaky-movie-where-the-bat turns-into-a-hot-vampire-and-kills-you-moment" (Damn my adolescent mind) mentally kicks my brain into thinking, "It's-time-to-save-a-life-here."

"Put him in the dark!" I yelled.

My sister goes to my closet, rips in open and stands there. "Put him on the floor hurry! I know he needs dark!"

"There isn't room on the floor" (Damn shoes!)

"Just do it!"

"But Mom said to put him outside" My brother whined.

"Dad said to keep him inside."

"Oh my god, just put him in the damn closet." These two always argue.

"If Mom yells, you did it." He said and walked out of my room.

And then the phone rang.... My Mom yelled, shocker, at my sister. I could hear what she was saying five feet away. So, still in my pajamas, I walked to my back door and out to my garden. Now, you should know my garden is fairly large. There is one dirt area where we keep all of our extra buckets and tools. My Mom's bike is also there; well behind her bike is a stack of buckets. I take off the saran wrap and look at the little guy. With the Tupperware container pressed against me, I reach in a touch his little head. Side note number two: I am not usually like this, but he is so damn cute...

And then the little bat decides to have fun... He crawls out of the container, and on to my favorite white sweater. He begins to crawl up my sweater an towards my neck. I yelled three times for my sister (she saves me from spiders) to come help me before he got into my shirt. I pressed my hands gently against his back to stop him from crawling.

My little brother comes barreling out of my backdoor. "What! What's wrong?”

"He's crawling INTO MY SWEATER!" I yelled as he wiggled free and I contained him again.

My sister comes out "He’s on your sweater?"

They rush out to the garden. Apparently, one thing no one has every educated me on, bats can carry rabies. And as my sister told me so, I knew we had to get him off. So I tried to pry him off of me, but he had latched onto my sweater. I pulled him off, and he fell to the ground.

I freaked out. "Is he okay?"

"Yes." My sister replied as she took my Dad's work glove out of the Tupperware and attempted to grab him. After two minutes of watching my siblings try to pick him up, I took over again. I took the glove from my Sister and picked the little guy off of the ground. He lay on his back, squirming in my hand. He flipped himself over and latched back on to the glove.

I gently set him back into the container and put him into the bucket.

 "We saw him swimming in the pool, trying to get out, so we took him out." My sister said to me.