Garage Terrors

Last night I had to grab something from my car in the garage.  Normally this is not a noteworthy experience, but last night was different.



Upon entering the garage, I heard a rustling about of something or other and I responded by completely flipping out.  I quickly shut and locked the garage door and yelled for one of my roommates to come downstairs with me.  Sarah, dismissive of my fear, continued to watch Ugly Betty on DVD while Rachel and I dug around her room for weapons.



Rachel donned a butcher knife and a can of Eco-Lab disinfectant.  I held dearly to a small wrench I found in Sarah’s desk.





We apprehensively entered the garage, ready to wield our weapons at the slightest noise.  Rachel handed me the disinfectant spray and I barged into the garage spraying it into the air, ready to burn the retinas of any intruder that came at us.  Rachel got on her hands and knees ready (and probably willing) to stab anyone she found lying underneath our vehicles.





I’m fairly certain our tactics would’ve worked out well for us, but as it turned out: it was just the wind.



Or bats. It could’ve been bats.