Part 6
It’s getting darker still. It’s strange to be out this late. The birds sound different, I think they’re making settling down for the night sounds. A mourning dove gives a whhoooorrring call that makes me ache just a little. Are the bugs always so loud? chirping and thrumming all around.
A squeaking too.
MEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEE!
“Look! Bats!” cries a big girl.
There are mixed reactions at the spotting of bats. They’re swooping up and down and round-a-round the telephone pole with the big light on it. Some are delighted.
“YEA! BATS!”
Others seem fearful.
“EEWW! I heard of a girl who had a bat get tangled up in her HAIR! EEEEEWWWWW!”
“Don’t worry Monica, they’ll only swoop down on you if you have bugs in your hair.” One boy says knowingly. Monica looks as if she wants to believe him but doesn’t.
I think about the caterpillar falling on my head. I shiver, but just from the cold. I’m not scared.
I know bats are okay. Just don’t touch one if you see it on the ground. It might be rabbit.
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