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my parents are visiting us here in CO springs, so this has been a really nice week so far. but that isn't the point of this post, really, haha.
so my parents, Sunday and I went to the zoo today, (possible pics posted later) which was a blast. we were at the bear exhibit when I brushed my over-shirt back and felt something weird under my T-shirt, right by my waist. it felt like plastic or rubber, and I didn't have a keychain or anything, so I lifted my shirt up a little bit to check.
face to face with a friggin' BAT.
under my shirt.
hanging there like I'm it's own personal cave wall. my dad brushed the little guy off and onto the floor while I tried not to flash everyone in the vicinity. the bat tried to fly back under my shirt, but I moved away and he flew off. good, because I don't want rabies. the creepy thing is, I have no idea how long he was there--I never felt him crawling around, I didn't feel anything land on me, I never noticed anything fuzzy or bat-like until I incidentally brushed back my over-shirt and bumped him with my fingertip. crazy.
oh and there were at least 15 colorado-zombie-people at the (empty) bear exhibit who watched this entire thing happen, and not a damn one of them reacted at all. you would think a person with bats in his shirt would garnish some attention versus an (((empty bear))) cage, but apparently it happens every day (??) weird.
so my parents, Sunday and I went to the zoo today, (possible pics posted later) which was a blast. we were at the bear exhibit when I brushed my over-shirt back and felt something weird under my T-shirt, right by my waist. it felt like plastic or rubber, and I didn't have a keychain or anything, so I lifted my shirt up a little bit to check.
face to face with a friggin' BAT.
under my shirt.
hanging there like I'm it's own personal cave wall. my dad brushed the little guy off and onto the floor while I tried not to flash everyone in the vicinity. the bat tried to fly back under my shirt, but I moved away and he flew off. good, because I don't want rabies. the creepy thing is, I have no idea how long he was there--I never felt him crawling around, I didn't feel anything land on me, I never noticed anything fuzzy or bat-like until I incidentally brushed back my over-shirt and bumped him with my fingertip. crazy.
oh and there were at least 15 colorado-zombie-people at the (empty) bear exhibit who watched this entire thing happen, and not a damn one of them reacted at all. you would think a person with bats in his shirt would garnish some attention versus an (((empty bear))) cage, but apparently it happens every day (??) weird.