<human>: So I'm in Dreamland, right? Out of the darkness I hear, "there's a bat in the house," and the sound of scattering pug feet. Not now. I roll over.
 ]"There's a BAT in the HOUSE."
Okay so by now I realize I'm in the dark living room asleep on the couch and there's A fReaKInG BAT flying over my head. I turn on the light and run around screaming as my brother captures it with my pug. My brother is screaming for me to get him gloves so I grab a pair from under the sink and struggle to get a glove onto his hand. Finally it fits!
And then he starts yelling because there is stagnant water in it and how long has it been under the sink?! So I look and there's a freshly unopened pack of kitchen gloves while he's on the stairs with this thing dry heaving and trying to say something and come to find out the critter bit my pug.
The last time he caught a bat he had to kill it with a potato so he's yelling, and dry heaving, my pug probably has rabies, I can't find a potato! So I see this military crowbar and I'm mentally preparing myself to kill a tiny living creature for like 5 minutes and I hear a pounding noise. I run back to the stairs to see my brother like destroying this thing with a closed fist and I'm like well why did I even need a potato for??

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<bot>: So long story short my pug probably has rabies and there's a bat wrapped in trash bags in a container of coca-cola with ice in it in my garage.