As I was telling another friend about the bat in the house, she told me about the time her husband had to make his first presentation to an audience of about 100 employees. He was there to explain retirement plan investing opportunities that the company would be offering.
The meeting was being held in the company's headquarters, an old building that was in the process of being renovated. Work on the auditorium had been halted for the training to take place. My friend's husband was terribly nervous. He'd only had a short time to learn the material and had never spoken in front of such a large group. Making matters even more stressful, his boss-a tough former Marine-had gone along to monitor his new hire's performance.
The boss slapped him on the back and handed him the microphone. Speaking quietly to his boss, my friend's husband said, "I have the worst case of butterflies."
He was wrong.
He had bats.
The moment he spoke into the microphone -- "Can you hear me back there?"-- the bats that had apparently been napping inside the speakers were so startled they dropped and began flying crazily around the room.
The first screaming person to flee the building was the tough former Marine boss.
The presentation was rescheduled.
She says she assured her husband that someday, he would see the humor in what happened. Says it's been three years, but he's not yet reached that point.
Good thing he's not married to me. If my spouse had come home with a story like that, first thing I'd have done is go online to see where I could buy a remote-controlled bat.