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August 21, 2007
I nearly hit a bat tonight; it swerved mere inches from my windshield.

It seems like everyone has a bat story.

Like being at a 2 a.m. rest area in Missouri when a woman approached. “Are you afraid of bats?” Uncertain where she was going with this, I shook my head and ended up plucking a tiny dead carcass from under the windshield wiper where it was lodged. The woman’s sister sat, terrified and crying, in the front seat with a pillow over her face until it was gone. I put it gently under a bush away from the traffic.