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And while we’re talkin’ night creatures as I was yesterday, how can I forget the time I came into the kitchen at 6am, sleepily reached for the uncapped plastic bottle where I keep my vitamin C, and, while the coffee was brewing, tipped it up toward my mouth….
Only to find alive and sleeping bat folded up inside it like a gentleman’s umbrella.
The spokes of its velvety wings,
its bony shoulders,
that small scowling face:
all were mere inches – nay, centimeters from my open mouth.
Add THAT to the things you never get over in your life. Talk about your gag reflex. I could scream even now thinking of it …
