Emma and I went out to an early dinner tonight. After dinner, I was on my way out to the car to go back to work when I hear an odd noise. Not a chirping, exactly, but like a squirrel. I walk closer to the car and the noise gets louder. “That’s odd,” I think to myself, “that squirrel sounds like it’s on Emma’s car.” I walk a little closer. “I don’t see a squirrel. Is it on the far…wait. What’s that? On the windshield? Is that what I think it is?

“Is that…a bat?

“Holy crap, that’s a bat. What do I do? Don’t touch it…should I poke it with a stick? Make loud noises and scare it away? Oh, I know, I’ll get Emma. Maybe she’ll know what do to.”

I walk back to the house and get Emma’s attention, pulling her away from her piano practicing. “Honey, there’s…there’s a bat on your car.”

“What? There’s no bat on my car.” She walks out and moves towards her car. “There’s a bat on my car! Don’t touch it!”

Heh. Emma spurred me to take some pictures, then we poked at it with a stick. It flew off, hanging happily under our eave. When I came home after the lab, he was gone. He was awfully cute, though.

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