Creepy Bat Anecdote

[Howard Treesong]

Mrs. T called me yesterday to tell me there was a dead bat on the floor of the dining room of the new Chez T, into which we have not yet moved. Rather than deal with it late last night after work, I went over this morning, armed with a long-handled dustbin, a rake, and heavy gardening gloves. When I went into the dining room, I saw no bat. Mentally thinking that Mrs. T might have described its location incorrectly, I looked around and saw a dead bat through the dining room doorway out on the indoor porch. So I stepped through the door and slid the dustbin underneath the bat. Of course, the thing wasn't dead -- although it was obviously in bad shape, it managed to spread its wings out about 8" to each side, open its mouth (showing a stack of effing sharp-looking 1/8" teeth) to about three times the volume of its head, and emit an absolutely bone-chilling screech.

I managed to deal with it without getting rabies, but man, that was unpleasant. It's twelve hours later and I'm still creeped out: I've probably washed my hands twenty times today. Plus, ZJ is winning the $2000 NLH.

Cliff notes: Bats suck. Hands very clean now.