September 22, 2002 ~ "Bats!"
When I got out of Pokey on top of the parking deck downtown last night at dusk, I figured that the twittering chirping was a flock of small birds overhead. I glanced up and then did a double take.
The sky was completely full of bats. Thousands and thousands of bats darting back and forth across the sky, swooping for bugs, fluttering back and forth, dancing with one another. I couldn't stop looking up. I had never seen that many bats all at once in my life. The sky was thick with them; a writhing mass of bats.
In the middle of the city, where do they all live? Has someone built a massive bat habitat? When they fill the air so completely, how can they all possibly get enough to eat?
They were amazing, beautiful, wonderful, and all of those other adjectives that are so overused that they don't really mean anything anymore. I stood there with my neck craned back, pointing at the sky and sputtering stupidly, "Bats! Look, Morgan, look at the bats! There are so many of them!" Until he dragged me toward the parking deck's elevator.
It was a good weekend, and a good visit. Very laid back and relaxing with lots of good food. Since I have vacation this coming week, I have nothing to worry about in the way of things to be done aside from the projects that I set for myself.