Friday August 11th, 2017

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the bat.

Sigh. I do not like bats.

Or, as I like to call them whenever Kat insists on tyring to tell me they're flying around, night birds. Because there are no bats around here. Nope, nope, nope.

I am not certain I'm going to be able to do this in just four lines, but I shall do my best.

Happy to have gotten through this week intact. Hoping for a more restful, less interesting weekend than the last one.

Mine:

Earlier this year there was a bat hanging around the washrooms on Pioneer Walkway but it disappeared over the summer. It has, as you may have already guessed, reappeared.

Wednesday morning it was hanging off the wall in the upper corner of the men's stall, and that's where it still was Thursday morning. We agreed to ignore each other but when I unlocked the men's side this morning it was on the wall directly in front of the door... so it had to go... through the urging of a broom (held very much at arm's length) and a whole lot of swearing.

1 Comments:

Greg said...

You don't like snakes either, so I'm guessing a flying snake would be enough to get you to emigrate :) I think bats are kind of cute really, and they're pretty harmless unless you're an insect. But fears are irrational and that's not going to convince you that they're any better than you think they are.
Well done on getting the bat to let you clean the washroom. Have you thought about looking up what kind of habitat they like and providing it with something like that outside the washroom so that the bat doesn't go inside?

The bat
"The night birds are upset," said Dee. She gazed out of the window at the swirl of activity near the trees. "If you hear them calling you, sweetie, don't go outside. They might speak with human voices, but they have an inhuman appetite...."