This morning, at the track, I noticed what appeared to be a bat flying around one of the light posts
because I usually go running before the butt crack of dawn. I like bats as long as they stay the hell away from me because they eat bugs. If there is one thing you need to know about the south, it is that we have bugs. Lots of bugs. Anything that eats bugs is cool in my book as long as that said thing stays away from me.
stupid bat swooped at my head. Oddly, I had just been thinking about what I’d do if the bat tried to attack me – so I was prepared. I grabbed the bat and flung it to the ground.
Only it wasn’t a bat. It was a bird. Apparently a deranged bird.
Hope your Monday is better.