I tried to emulate St. Francis of Assisi, who, it is said, loved all God's creatures. Really, I did. But I don't think even St. Francis loved bats. Statues of him (I have one in my yard) always show him cradling a fawn or puppy in his arms with other cute critters sitting at his feet. There's never a sign of a bat.
So don't judge me when I say I hate bats. And, don't judge me when I tell you I had one evicted from the house a couple of weeks ago. I was sound asleep when I was rudely awakened by a swoosh over my head.
Read the rest of Molly's Ink Spots in the Jan. 30 Advance.
