… not really. These little guys aren’t going to hurt anyone. But, every time I end up crawling through this pipe in North Central Phoenix on the way to tiger and speckled rattlesnakes, there’s at least one bat on the ceiling that won’t move until I’m right under it. Then … blam, it wakes up and freaks me out. I love bats, but less so when they’re directly flapping against your neck.
Also, right now I’m in Costa Rica for the second time! I kind of forgot to post to this blog for a couple of years reliably, and a lot has happened. I’m going to try to get through the hundreds of amazing experiences I’ve had in the meantime.
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