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"Nice" bat, Ann. I have an appointment tomorrow to see about having an infestation of the beasts removed. Hope they don't want to charge an arm and a leg.
ReplyDeleteIf it makes you feel any better, the one pictured above fell into a weirdly overmineralized lake and was turned into a statue. True weird story.
ReplyDeleteToo bad. I was hoping all those hairs were some sort of fungi.
DeleteNomination for an award, my dear Miss Sterzinger! http://elijahlarmstrong.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/the-liebster-award/
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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