I just stepped on a dead bat.

There are remnants of sundried bat carcass sticking to the bottom of my boot right now. Do you people KNOW how I feel about bats?? Who decided bats were a good idea, anyway? Like, who sat up and said, "hmm...rats and birds are loathsome creatures on their own, but what if I combined the two?? One big birdrat, just for kicks. Yes, yes. I think I will. "
Well, whomever you are, you should just know that I AM SO PISSED. I bet you're also the one that decided that grape Skittles should be in existence. Jerkoff.

I don't even remember what I was going to post about. I just stepped on a BAT. IN THE DAYTIME. Of course, he's probably been dead since night time, but still. Oh my GAWD. A bat. Eek. Like, I can hardly concentrate, because my poor foot is trembling from the thought of being separated from bat carcass remnants by only a few centimenters of rubber. Really. It's quaking in its...well, um...boot.

I promise that the next post won't be about animals.