My parents mentioned the bat bite to a paediatrician and his face went white. They were told this was a near-guaranteed death sentence
In 2004, when I was 15, I watched a petrified little bat flap around inside my church in Wisconsin during a Sunday service. I didn’t know it, but that bat would change my life.
The bat was bouncing between the stained glass windows trying to escape. Churchgoers swatted at it with their hats. Someone landed a swing and it fell on the floor, stunned. As an animal lover, I asked my mom if I could put it outside. She nodded and I carried it to the door. It was screeching terribly.
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