A bat flew into our house last night. A little one; brown and furry and very cute. Except for the fact that it flew straight into the kitchen and sat on an open dish of chicken that I had just taken out of the oven. I quickly threw a towel over it and took it outside where it flew off into the night.
I wonder what it thought of my cooking?
Anyway, having spent all that time on preparing dinner, I seriously considered not telling anyone about the bat on the chicken. Seriously … for at least a few minutes … and then decided to be a responsible adult and tell the truth. After all, cute as they are, bats are known to carry a few nasties around with them. Damn …
We ordered pizza.