picking up sticks, twigs, leafy branches off of the already slippery stones in front of my place I suddenly felt a sharp stinging on one finger and low and behold I was in an eye lock with a bat, flat on it's back! Ran inside to get phone and when I got back out there, it was gone. And no, I didn't go get a shot. I'm old. If I die, I die. luckily I didn't go into convulsions. My ex brother-in-law's nephew died in Texas at the age of 10 or 11 after a bat scratched him. I think that happened in the late 90's. He was an only child. Was in a coma for 3 days before he passed.
Well I'm at work so I better get to it.
