Batboy
Not the kind you see at a baseball game retrieving Louisville Sluggers or game balls.
Other Jim brought home a bat from The-Place-Where-He-Works Mart. He caught it in a cup, stashed it in his car, and brought it into THE HOUSE. A LIVE BAT. The kind that sucks blood and turns into vampires!
Yes, I got pictures.
Other Jim transferred it from the cup to a little mesh container that Hayley and Matt have used to collect bugs. The pictures aren't great, but I was NOT going to let the bat out of its temporary cage in the house just to get a few good pictures. I don't trust bats. They're cute and all, but I just don't trust them ever since one whacked me good on the head in Wind Cave. Plus there's the whole rabies thing. Not my cup 0' hot chocolate.
The body was perhaps two to three inches long. I petted his belly through the mesh and he didn't seem to mind. Other Jim and Matt felt his toenails that were protruding through the mesh.
Then we let him go outside. I got a blurry picture of him skimming the sidewalk in front of our house.
Then he flew off into the wild pitch black yonder to commune with his own kind and debrief regarding his covert mission into the house of the humans for reconnaissance. The bats must be preparing for an invasion of a bloodthirsty kind.
His visit was an omen.
Halloween is coming soon.
Other Jim brought home a bat from The-Place-Where-He-Works Mart. He caught it in a cup, stashed it in his car, and brought it into THE HOUSE. A LIVE BAT. The kind that sucks blood and turns into vampires!
Yes, I got pictures.
Other Jim transferred it from the cup to a little mesh container that Hayley and Matt have used to collect bugs. The pictures aren't great, but I was NOT going to let the bat out of its temporary cage in the house just to get a few good pictures. I don't trust bats. They're cute and all, but I just don't trust them ever since one whacked me good on the head in Wind Cave. Plus there's the whole rabies thing. Not my cup 0' hot chocolate.
The body was perhaps two to three inches long. I petted his belly through the mesh and he didn't seem to mind. Other Jim and Matt felt his toenails that were protruding through the mesh.
Then we let him go outside. I got a blurry picture of him skimming the sidewalk in front of our house.
Then he flew off into the wild pitch black yonder to commune with his own kind and debrief regarding his covert mission into the house of the humans for reconnaissance. The bats must be preparing for an invasion of a bloodthirsty kind.
His visit was an omen.
Halloween is coming soon.
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Did you know that if it weren't for bats we would be inundated by mosquitos and other insects to the point that we wouldn't be able to go outside at night. Bats are our friends (but I still don't like them).