Friday, December 11, 2009

The Tale of the Birthday Bat

This is a true story.

Last year, on Critter's birthday, we discovered a tiny brown bat sleeping in our bathroom sink. We were not concerned. Our house is almost 140 years old, and it has had stranger occupants—most notably the dead girl in my closet and the snake-thing in the basement. We collected the little guy, kept him warm, and released him that evening.

Today the birthday bat returned. It was four days early, but still, how charming.

I found it on the floor of the bedroom. It was very still and somewhat moist.

I must speak to the cats about opening other people's gifts.