Bats in the belfry

I got a close-up look at a sleeping bat the other morning--because it was hanging on the wall in the kitchen. Since they're very amiable when they're sleeping, I got to get right up to it and check it out...hanging on the wall like that, it was very rectangularly shaped, with its little feet sticking out and the toes! TOES OMG teh cute bat toes!


*ahem*


Right, so, just so you know, I did not damage it, but sent it back to live in the barn, where heaven knows it probably came from anyway.

Bats. They're cute. And they eat bugs. How can you go wrong?

And for your added amusement, the following phone conversation:

Me: Dad, there's a bat in my kitchen, what do I do?

Dad: Well, you get your shotgun...

Me: Right, so, really, how do I get rid of it?

Dad: I don't know. Hit it with a tennis racket.

Me: Dad! It's cute and fuzzy!

Dad: *rolling eyes audibly* Well, you could put it in a box.

Me: Brilliant! A box!! I could put the woodstove gloves on and put it in a box, and put it in the barn.

Dad: *rolling eyes more* Right. You do that...now can I PLEEEEZE eat my breakfast?


My father--no need to turn on the Sarcasm Pre-warning System.

Concert announcement

For anybody who's interested and lives out here, my quartet is going to be singing at the Harp in N. Amherst from about 7 to 7:30. I believe it's free admission because it's for the Pioneer Valley Folklore Society. We'll be singing a cappella Scottish songs (well, mostly Scottish, anyway), and probably drinking beer as well. And carrying on, no doubt. It should be fun.

(Edit: That would be on Sunday the 12 of February. At about 7 or 7:30. At night. Love, Morgan. HAR!)