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Sunday, July 24, 2005


Summer night, in the country

Yesterday a bat pooped on me.

I felt a splash on my thigh, and thought, "Oh, it's raining." But that was it - just one drop of moisture. I was at a barbecue at my aunt and uncle's house out in Ashton, Maryland, and one of the other guests said, "it's bat poop." Huh? She pointed up, and there were little black bats darting across the sky, between the treetops. Ewww.

As we left the party later, bat poop wiped safely from thigh, I looked up and saw stars, everywhere. The air was cool, and we drove home with the windows down, even on the highway.

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