Thursday, 27 November 2014
Batty, batty, batty, batty bat! 1, 2, 3 count!
Oh, if you couldn't tell, the bat followed the scent of fresh air out the door. He was having problems with his reflection in the windows, we think. He landed for a few seconds and then figured it out.
Tuesday, 25 November 2014
Erin's never been on good terms with rodents. I, however, kept talking to the bat like a complete idiot and kept calling it 'buddy', like it was a small child who could understand me. My first reaction to cute, fuzzy animals is "MAYBE IT'S FRIENDLY!!" which is quickly overpowered by my voice of reason, that tells me all that is wrong with my initial assumption.
My 'happy reaction' obviously doesn't apply to insects that flutter in my face.