So of course we get scared over bats. They are not particularly cute, and they fly like some sparrow that has just done a line of coke. Plus, we usually have some childhood memory of a bat flying too close for comfort. I have had two:
1. I used to sleep in my grandma's hay barn, and I have this vivid memory of her chasing the bats out of our loft with a broom. It was kind of like this comedic horror movie.
2. I lived in Guatemala in 1997 for a few months, and did this river cave hike, whereby we had to swim through this opening in the earth with only 1 foot of an air opening between the water and the cave entrance. We frightened the bats that were all sleeping in the cavernous Fourier, and about 20 flew out as I was trying to go in. I figured if I could get through that without having a heart attack, I could do the 3 mile hike into the center of the earth where this serene underground lake finalized the end of the hike.
Anyway, my bat house isn't inhabited yet, but spring is almost here, and so I am hopeful. Come on bats, promise I won't splat you with a broom or scream if you fly to close to my head. Bring on the bats.
Off to put some bedding around the bat house - Jen
Posted by: Lori | April 06, 2006 at 08:38 AM