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And we’re back in the house like antique furniture!
Sorry about the hiatus. After Kevin and I finished our Freaky Friday impression we retreated back to his place for a week of solitude and quiet reflecting. We quickly realized was impossible since we were, y’know, around each other. But I digress.
I’ve already told you all about our foray with the bats, but indulge me as I recount the progression of events: we found a bat in Kevin’s kitchen, so we caught and released it. A couple hours later we found another bat and did the same thing. I don’t know how familiar you guys are with bats, but encountering one in your house is akin to finding a koala in your garbage can. You’re shocked and scared at first, but then you realize what a gentle little creature it is. Then you take a closer look at it:
And suddenly you remember that class you had in seventh grade, where they taught you all about rabies. That thing might have rabies. RABIES, MAN! So instead of allowing it to regail you with all its woodland stories, you throw the thing out the window.
The exact same thing happened the very next day, only this time it was just me and it was too early (late?) for me to be wearing pants, so I guess that made it level 2 of Bat Crusade, the game which we were unwittingly and involuntarily playing. Luckily I didn’t make it to level 3, because that would’ve involved me in the shower with a swarm of bats nipping at my no-no parts. Or is it a flock of bats? Clique? Cadre? I don’t really know the technical name for a congregation of bats.
CONGREGATION! Yeah, that’s what would’ve been biting my Oscar Wildes. But again I digress.
After much toil and strife (and many bats flung out the window), above this post lies the continuation of the Bahama Baby saga. I hope you all enjoy it, as well as the terrifying things we go through. I bet Tycho and Gabe never have to fight bats.