I have two main memories with these particularly creepy chiropteras. My first thoughts go to the ranch in Olancho, Honduras where I worked in the late 80s and early 90s. One of the rooms had quite a nest of bats one had to avoid at night ... especially in bunks. I still remember doctoring the forehead of a young girl who, from a top bunk, heard fluttering around and sat right up in bed at just the time a bat was about to fly directly over her. There was quite a kerfuffle in that room after she HIGH FIVED the bat with her noggin.
Another bat-related memory is how I met some of my dearest friends in Nashville, including my close pal Jeffrey, who played the titular role in a theatrical production of Bat Boy: The Musical at Street Theatre Company while I was assisting with props (I found a cow's head!) and I sang a few bars as a random character. For those who are not familiar with Off Broadway sensations, this show is a hysterical macabre story around the tabloid claim that a half bat/half human child was found in a cave. And yes, this is a photo of Jeffrey, either singing or wailing or both ... I can't remember. It was all pretty "CHEESEBALL."
Jeffrey Williams in Bat Boy, 2007 (Photo courtesy of Jose Herrera) |
I will now celebrate all five holidays with one haiku:
High five to the bat
who ate a big cheeseball and
then sang, "Blah-blah-blah..."
It also happens to be BLAH BLAH BLAH Day, a day to put off stalled projects ... which I am celebrating anyway just by writing this blog here, so there.
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