batty.

I’d heard rumors that this happens.

I should be prepared for it to appear on my desk someday.

I waited.

And waited.

And finally it appeared … on Karen’s desk.

A big one. A big bat. From the sanctuary.

Keith gets a mighty good laugh out of others’ squeamishness in regards to the creature-in-a-container.

I’m holding out for bat ashes in the mail next year. Then I’ll know I was truly loved.

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