Aw!

batwrangler has wrangled yet another bat. Socute!

I got to pet a bat once. I took an ecology class in undergrad and the professor knew the people who owned the land where Bracken Bat Cave is. (It's owned now by Bat Conservation International.) We went here on a field trip and watched five million bats* spiral up out of this sinkhole in a big bat tornado. For, like, twenty solid minutes. The prof went down and caught one**, held it out and lectured to us on its anatomy, and let those of us who wanted to, pet it. It was very soft, like rabbit fur.

Someone's trip to Bracken Bat Cave.



* For once I was able to trump my dad. I phoned my parents that night and before I told them where I went, Dad said "I saw five bats on the pier tonight!" I said, "Dad, I saw five million."

** Not recommended if you don't know what you're doing. This is why I love hanging out with field biologists as I did growing up: you get to do all the stuff that isn't recommended, because they know how not to hurt you, themselves, or the animal in question. Except when the armadillo took a chunk out of my dad's thumb. XD

No wonder I always eat ice...

...it seems to make my headache better. Well, the four Advil might have had something to do with it too, but it didn't lessen until two hours after taking them. And we just had an ice-cream social here at work and I took my LactAid up there with me and had a small bowl, and my head feels even better. An hour ago it was bad enough that I was thinking of staying just long enough to make a token apperance at the social thing and then going the hell home.

Must test in a few days and see if it's the coldness or if it's the Advil. Or both. Throwing a box of some form of popsicle in the freezer as therapy is doable.

Wow...

Uncanny!