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A superstitious, cowardly lot

Just ran out to the car to grab a book, only to discover that the recent cool-down has apparently also pleased our resident bat population. There's something more than a little spooky in seeing a bat fly at you and swerve at the last minute. It's kind of like trying to dodge an oncoming skateboard or bike when you forget that the best thing you can do is to stand still.

That, but with images of befanged vampire bats from bad horror movies flashing in your brain.

Criminals aren't the only ones creeped out by the bats. The BATS!!

That is all.


Bats are good! They are our friends! They eat bugs!!

Bats totally get a bad rap. Check out http://www.batcon.org/home/index.asp?idPage=122

Viva la batty!

Every year we have bats roosting in our barn and tree swallows nesting along the fence line. In the evening, the tree swallows hunt mosquitos over our garden; then their shift ends and the bats take over. There's something very comforting about it.

I like bats.

They're great survivors.

Personally, I can't stand the filthy rodents!

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