The Bats at the Window
Even though the first of the monsoon rains began last week (or did they? See the next post), the mosquitoes haven't yet started rising up as a mass. So we still usually leave our windows open at night. That's fine until 5:30 AM or so, when the bats come home to roost. The trees they make their home aren't so very far from the apartment windows, and because of the way their little squeaks echo against the stone, it sounds as if the bats have made it in and are about to swoop down for a vampiric feast.
Don claims that the bats eat fruit or something, but I'm not so sure.
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