It’s the middle of summer and the creatures are out. Especially at night. I love to go on night walks down the road between soybean fields and trees. Often, there is an owl hooting or a fox screaming, which sounds like a shrieking person in agony. As you know, when it’s hot out there are lots of bugs. The lightning bugs sparkle and get mixed in with stars. And as you also know, there are mosquitoes, and when those mosquitoes aren’t eating you, bats are eating them.
Well, I didn’t have to go outside to see a bat the other night. The bat came to me. “What is that little fuzz ball on the floor?” It was a real live bat! And so cute!
Its tiny ears! Its rabbit-soft fur!
We put it in a plastic bag to let it go without actually having to touch it. Who wants rabies? Not me. It wasn’t so cute then.
Adorable, terrifying, beautiful. What strange creatures bats are. It reminds me of a song.
Bats may freak you out, or tear you up emotionally by deceiving you with their temporary cuteness, but they are a beautiful part of summer nights, and so good at counting.