Hehe, I have a bat story too.
When I was 8 I went through a phase of giving my parents a hard time about going to bed. One night my aunt and uncle (my godparents) were over visiting, and they hadn't left by the time I had to hit the sack so I was trying to stay up. My parents finally yelled at me so I trotted off to my room. Once in there I saw something flying around in circles at the top of my room, so I went back out to the living room and told my parents there was a bird in my room.
"Go to bed."
"But there's a BIRD!"
"Go to bed."
So off I went, and I sat on my bed and watched the flying creature for a while. So then I yelled "THE BIRD IS STILL HERE!", and my mom starting walking down the hallway to yell at me.
"OH MY GOD TIMMMMMM!! TIM! THERE'S SOMETHING IN THERE!!" That was my mom seeing the thing still swooping around in circles.
So my dad and uncle and aunt came running in, and my dad's like, "WOW! It's a bat!" Until then I never knew my mom was afraid of bats, but at that point she snatched me off the bed and locked me, her, and my little brother in his room.
My dad grabbed the butterfly net out of the closet and caught the little thing and we went outside to let it go, but first he showed me and my brother the bat up close (through the net of course). It was actually really small and cute! I think the reason I'm not afraid of bats is because of that