Favorite memories: Bats in the Attic

Growing up we often lived outside of the United States, where our family lived. We’d usually come visit every other summer and some of my fondest memories are at my grandparent’s homes.

One summer we were visiting my grandparents and at dusk we went around the side of the house and watched bats fly out of the attic. I had heard stories of them finding bats around the house on the inside and was a little freaked out, but it was cool to watch them fly out at night.

Apparently bats really stuck with my little sister too because sometime after that she went up to my cousin and bit her on the ear and said, “I’m a bat!”

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