maximus otter
Recovering policeman
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- Aug 9, 2001
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"...she saw the bite marks on Kian’s arm."
It occurs to me that I was once bitten by a bat. ("That explains a lot!", cry several FTMB members). The experience was laughable, as a bat's teeth are optimised to deal with moths and other flying bugs. I believe that I even have a Polaroid of the wee creature in my hand, somewhere in the attic; I know I caught it in flight in a flash photograph.
I was trying to sleep before an early shift in my bedroom in the "section house". I was woken by a whir, whir, whir noise, and turned on the light: Nothing. Grrr...
Off to sleep. Again: whir, whir, whir. Lights on again, and I saw the culprit: a bat circling my bedroom ceiling. I snapped the Polaroid I mentioned above.
It landed, and I managed to catch it by throwing a hat over it. I held it in my hand long enough to have a close look, during which time the game wee beast made its pitiful attempt to chew my finger off. I felt nothing, and it certainly didn't leave even a trace of a mark.
I then released it from my window with a tale to tell.
My theory? An authority figure (nurse? teacher?) had found, or was about to find, bite marks (rat? pet?) on little Kian ( ), and mum was getting her alibi in early.
maximus otter
It occurs to me that I was once bitten by a bat. ("That explains a lot!", cry several FTMB members). The experience was laughable, as a bat's teeth are optimised to deal with moths and other flying bugs. I believe that I even have a Polaroid of the wee creature in my hand, somewhere in the attic; I know I caught it in flight in a flash photograph.
I was trying to sleep before an early shift in my bedroom in the "section house". I was woken by a whir, whir, whir noise, and turned on the light: Nothing. Grrr...
Off to sleep. Again: whir, whir, whir. Lights on again, and I saw the culprit: a bat circling my bedroom ceiling. I snapped the Polaroid I mentioned above.
It landed, and I managed to catch it by throwing a hat over it. I held it in my hand long enough to have a close look, during which time the game wee beast made its pitiful attempt to chew my finger off. I felt nothing, and it certainly didn't leave even a trace of a mark.
I then released it from my window with a tale to tell.
My theory? An authority figure (nurse? teacher?) had found, or was about to find, bite marks (rat? pet?) on little Kian ( ), and mum was getting her alibi in early.
maximus otter
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