It's like life, but it's on a stick

Friday, August 26, 2005

It is 12:54 and there is a bat in the living-room.

I am in the living-room. The atmospheric, dark and shadowy living room.

My dog is in the living-room.

The bat is the size of my hand. Okay, a little smaller.

Bats are cute, okay? I like bats. But it was THIS close to my face. *gestures*. And it came from nowhere.

It is 12:54 AT NIGHT.


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