So it’s been a couple years. Lately I’ve been feeling bloggy again. Some compulsion to catalog and keep things that otherwise may go by the wayside, I think. We’ll see if it sticks, but in the meantime, I’m going to come back with the amusing story of how I became Batmom a couple years ago. I’ll even include the keepsake unflattering picture of me and a bat because it’s worth it to me to give you a laugh!
2 years ago this week, while I was out walking my dog at dusk, a bat staggered through the sky and landed on my shoulder, whereupon it decided it would be more comfortable INSIDE MY SHIRT, and thus I “cuddled” a bat and also basically undressed by a busy road. Then I learned that rabies is saliva-born and always fatal once symptoms develop, and given that the bat I cuddled was clearly not behaving normally and we may very well have swapped spit in the exchange, I got 7 shots over the next two weeks and accumulated $2000+ in medical bills. Because it all happened right before my 40th birthday and also because I’m generally inclined to laugh at things, it somehow came to pass that I adopted the bat as my spirit animal, and am now known as a person who loves bats. And hey, I do. Why not? So please join me in celebrating my 2nd bativersary! I hope a bat eats a mosquito near you today in my honor.