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The first: Sunday afternoon, I thought I saw a bat on the porch. Bats should not be out in the daytime! Rabid bat, oh no! I went out, and it bobbed and weaved away around the house in true erratic bat fashion. When I turned the corner, it darted around the next corner ahead of me. When I turned that corner, I saw it alight on the eves, and not-a- ( Read more... )