I'm going to get him a teeny tiny nametag. "Hello, my name is Bruce."

[apocalypsos]

There's a bat loose in my place of employment.

It's kind of cute, really, this itty bitty little brown bat just flapping around all lost and confused. Oh, sure, everybody else just flips right the hell out, but it flew through our section last night for a good half hour so I grabbed a garbage can and ran around like a goofball trying to catch the bugger so I could take him outside and set him free.

You know what I could have used? A teeny tiny Batsignal.

Co-worker: All bats have rabies.
Me: Oh, they do not.
Co-worker: Did that one have rabies?
Me: *eye roll* Yes, I gave him a test and everything. He had a hard time holding the pencil.

Other co-worker: You're sure he doesn't have rabies?
Me: Well, he's not frothing at his tiny mouth.
Other co-worker: Maybe all the foam flew off with all of the flapping.
Me: He's disguising his illness with the effects of wind resistance?

Me: His name is Bruce.
Other other co-worker: Sure, it is.
Me: It is! And he's got an even tinier ward bat in itty bitty tights.

You know, I have a T-shirt with a bat on it. Well, I know what I'm wearing to work tomorrow. *snickers*