This thing was flopping around outside on our sidewalk.
Do you see it?
A hissing, gnarly, scary, pissed-off bat.
With pointy ears, black wings, and little white teeth under a furry, hideous nose.
I was terrified. Whitey said to go get a gun and we’d shoot it. I thought he was serious until he started cracking up laughing.
He said it looked injured and probably had a broken wing. That, plus the sunlight must be having him in excruciating pain. Thinking of any animal in pain makes me sad, so I begged him to get his boots on and step on him.
He wouldn’t do it.
He said he just didn’t have it in him, and left.
I watched the ugly thing flop around a bit and felt disgusted and sad at the same time.
So I called James, one of our kitchen guys. He showed up with a thick work glove, a shovel, and some real shoes on.
“Where’s the bat?” he asked.
It was gone.
This was only moments after the last sighting, so we searched for quite a while. The thing was gone. I don’t know if it flew off or was dragged off by a neighborhood cat.
But thought you should know. Baker has bats.