National American Miss - Oklahoma

Short happy life (?) Of Pepin the bat

The other night I woke up to a known fluttering in the room, in the middle of the night (I always keep the windows open): it was he, the bat, and he was the third time this summer. The first meeting this year was a June evening I was at the computer that I keep in the basement (alas, I am a tavernicola unorthodox), everything was dark around and I felt like a 'black wing that passed silently (thrill , right?). They are almost immune to superstitions, but the fears inculcated from childhood I have been stuck to the skin, so I immediately felt a tingling in the head (grandmother saying because, you know ... you stick to your hair and if you cut them do not want we make the nest!). In fact
regret a bat in particular, our bat Pepin. I was reminded by the news today heard the news Regional in Vicenza have just celebrated the night of bats. I also discovered that there are people who love bats and tries to protect them (EUROBATS).

And now I'm telling the sad story of Pippin.

back from vacation made without the youngest daughter stayed at home (why? Do not remember) and we found a new tenant in our bestiary: he, puppy, chick or small - do not know what to call it. Our mother died in the reservoir of the dehumidifier, he - or she - clinging / to the canvas of the sofa, according to the findings of fact. So we tried to raise him.

Here he is our champion.

Now he wants to eat - we think.

And give it to Him, homogenized first class! (They were the pleas fell on deaf ears because the son and grandson to procure insects).

But life is short happy of Pippin, a victim of human folly toilet of us: he had not been established with flea and illuminating literature on the subject, we have arranged the same way we treat dogs and cats at home .

Maybe not stand the insult.