I went spelunking with some friends once, and we were crawling through this section of the cave that was only about 4’ tall. There were around 100 bats sleeping on the ceiling above us as we cautiously crawled past. Well, my crazy idiot friend thought it would be hilarious to wake them all up and started screeching like a banshee. All of the bats dropped down from the ceiling and started flying back and forth, inches from our faces. I was thinking that I’d kill my friend if any of us got bitten, but thankfully the bats completely ignored us and eventually flew off to who knows where. That same idiot went back to the cave a couple weeks later and caught one of the bats. We forced him to return it to the cave and release it. He was a fun guy, but prone to unpredictable, dangerous behavior.
Everyone’s got that one friend. People get hurt when he’s around, but somehow he never does.