Saturday, May 19, 2012
When I was 8 years old, a bat took up residence in my bedroom for three nights or so. It would fly around in circles, doing laps around my room at night. Of course, when I would dash out and summon my dad, we would return only to find nothing out of the ordinary, with my dad thinking I'd dreamt the whole thing.
It was my mom who put me back in with the sane.
"I was cleaning in Abby's room, and I found.... droppings".
THANK YOU, MOM!!
That night, my bat friend made its existence known to everyone in the house. AHA! I wasn't nuts! My dad caught it in a paper sack and set it free. I don't know who was happier it was out, me or the bat.
And I appreciate bats. As icky as they are, they help clean up other icky things, using echolocation to "see" because they're just cool that way. I think I formed some sort of odd kinship with them from those three creep-filled, sleepless nights.
So, for this week's Illustration Friday prompt "sight", I dedicate it to my bat friend from all those years ago.
Thanks for the memories, Bruce.