Yeah, thats me getting bit on the finger by Bat # 1... Lets call him Bruce... Yes Bruce the (possibly rabid) Biting Bat. So I put him in his "FEMA" like transition home and went after his fiendish cohort... lets call him Wayne the (also possibly rabid) Winged Spawn of the Underworld.
Ah yes, there he is. So I tried to capture him with my net-hat and towel combo but failed miserably and finally resorted to brute force and slapped him with... He went down like a bat that got slapped mid air... (do they make bat-swatters? Sounds like my 1st million) So I reunited him with his eco-locating partner in crime.
One happy bug eating, girl terrorizing, blood sucking family. To make a long story short my time since their release has been spent trying to determine if I need to go get a FREAKING RABIES SHOT(S). And as I was typing this blog I found out the answeris... YES. 6 shots over a month long period. You know heres the funny thing, actually there are two funny things. 1- my mom always told I was going to end up with rabies from playing with all those animals and 2- Once I have been vaccinated I will be protected against rabies so I can continue my adventures with wildlife. I'm sure D will have something to say about that... Well there it is... fun times as the 1st Gentleman of Stu-Be.