[A memo to the Batman.]
To: The Batman
From: gnomepreacher [and her friends at Red Oak Grove]
I have two theories, Batman.
1. Bats simply follow you wherever you go. OR
2. You brought one on purpose.
In my year and a half at Red Oak Grove, I have seen no bats. I have heard no bats. I have had no bats swooping at my head. That all changed last Sunday … conveniently the Sunday AFTER you visited. Hmmm …
I hadn’t walked into the narthex/sanctuary yet that morning; the organist was the first to do that. I was in a different hallway, chatting with people who had just arrived when we heard a screech. I can’t be exactly sure but I think it was something like this: AHHH! THERE’S A BAT!
Because there was a bat swooping around in the narthex. A bat, Batman. Explain that one. I will mention that because of our lack of bats, we do not have proper bat-catching or bat-fighting tools. There was a broom involved and a trash can at some point. I’m sad to say, though they tried, the bat did not make it out alive. We lack the Batman skill.
[Gail: This is really just me wanting you to make sure Keith knows we have now had a bat! Pass it on!]
there's no place like gnome. 
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