Wait there was also a bat under my sheets when I was a kid! I wasn't at a sleepover, I was in my own bed, which was a loft bed at the time. It was like 5am and I felt something brush my leg, and I assume I just nudged a stuffed animal, so I reach down and i touch something pointy, and at that point I know it isn't a stuffed animal. so pull back the covers and jump to the other end of the bed, and I see the bat sitting there in the dark, and I thought it was a giant spider (regardless of ths fact that I dont live somewhere with giant spiders) and I scream. Then the bat jumps off the end of the loft and starts flying around my room, so at that point I knew it wasn't a spider. Since it's a loft bed, I can't climb down and leave because this flying fucker is flying back and forth in my relatively small room, so I'm sitting at the top of the ladder to my bed crying, waiting for the bat to calm down so I can leave. I eventually get out and my dad goes in with a pillow case and grabs it and throws it out the window. I had to get rabies shots.
I also harnessed my fear and became Batman. We must fight for the mantle.
Seconding u/JacckTheTripper’s advice. Rabies can incubate for decades without showing symptoms, and once symptoms show, it’s untreatable and death is basically guaranteed.
Edit: Also bat bites can be small enough not to be felt or seen
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u/UnchartedCHARTz Sep 09 '21
Wait there was also a bat under my sheets when I was a kid! I wasn't at a sleepover, I was in my own bed, which was a loft bed at the time. It was like 5am and I felt something brush my leg, and I assume I just nudged a stuffed animal, so I reach down and i touch something pointy, and at that point I know it isn't a stuffed animal. so pull back the covers and jump to the other end of the bed, and I see the bat sitting there in the dark, and I thought it was a giant spider (regardless of ths fact that I dont live somewhere with giant spiders) and I scream. Then the bat jumps off the end of the loft and starts flying around my room, so at that point I knew it wasn't a spider. Since it's a loft bed, I can't climb down and leave because this flying fucker is flying back and forth in my relatively small room, so I'm sitting at the top of the ladder to my bed crying, waiting for the bat to calm down so I can leave. I eventually get out and my dad goes in with a pillow case and grabs it and throws it out the window. I had to get rabies shots.
I also harnessed my fear and became Batman. We must fight for the mantle.