Bats and thoughts

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle—Lewis Carrol

On Neil Gaiman's journal, he put up a video of his bat intruder. Neil, if no one knows, is a graphic novelist, fantasy writer and gothic teller of tales. He's had movies and is having more movies adapted from his work. As I mentioned in a previous rant, he is also an animal lover. He rescued a dog just recently and was able to keep him due to the fact that the owner didn't want him. He already has cats which took to the dog in various stages of interest. I was glad to see that he wasn't put off or aggressive to the bat that invaded his home. It was the second such intrusion which he dealt with very humanely. Previous bat visitors were detained and carefully set free without mishap. I applaud anyone who is kind to bats. Too many people believe in the common misconception that bats are rabid hair tangling flying beasts. There is, of course, a group who make it their mission to dispel such myths.
Here's to bats who mistakenly enter a writer's den only to be corralled back into the wild from which they came. And here's to sympathetic authors who understand that bats, like writers, are wildly misunderstood.