Creepy, Crawly Things

| August 8, 2012 | 0 Comments

I was alone on the deck on this quiet afternoon. No sounds but the lapping of lake water against the dock, occasional bird calls and the mournful cry of the loon.

As I lay on the chaise lounge under a beach umbrella, I heard a scratching sound on the canvas of the umbrella. With my glasses off, I could only see a small black splotch moving across the underside of the umbrella. When I put my glasses back on, I realized it was a bat climbing out of the folds of the umbrella. I could see his pointy ears and the web of his wings as he made his way along the spine of the umbrella. I was both repelled and fascinated.


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