So I’m walking down Adams Street in downtown Chicago yesterday at lunchtime, when something on the sidewalk catches my eye. Looking closer, it is a dead bat, lying facedown on the sidewalk next to a building. It was good sized - would probably fill your palm, and a pretty light brown color with light brown accents on its wings. Not having the chance to see bats all that regularly in the middle of the big city, I went to roll it over with the toe of my shoe.
Whereupon it revealed that it was not dead but had merely been pining for the fjiords. While I was somewhat startled to have this sizeable bat flutter into flight from the tip of my toe, my surprise was nothing compared to the three women who were standing nearby smoking and chatting. Their squeals suggested that they were not entirely amused as the bat passed quite near them a couple of times.
As I didn’t care to incur their wrath as the guy who stirred the creature to life, I continued strolling along. Continued shrieks from behind me caused me to look over my shoulder, whereupon I saw that instead of flying away and making itself scarce, the bat continued to swoop too and fro in the immediate area of the women.
If you women are reading these boards today, really, I didn’t mean to almost hit you with that bat.
