We can't stop here - it's bat country!

I hadn't been at Joey and Pam's condo more than 5 minutes Thursday night when this angel of death flew thru the door and attempted to steal my life's blood/rip off my face/eat my soul.
It's a damn miracle I'm even here to talk about it.
I feel like I need an adult.  And maybe a doll to show my therapist where the bad flying rodent tried to touch me.