That’s My Wonderful Town (Part Deux)

Oh, Regina. First you leave a severed deer head at my door, then you charm me with bats.

If you are blessed with a bat in your habitat, call Mark Brigham at the U of R and he’ll send out a crack team of bat whisperers to collect it and let it hibernate at the university over the winter. He can be reached at 585-4255 or

Author: Carle Steel

Carle Steel was a simple moisture farmer on a barren, sun-baked world who, through fate and destiny, brought the mighty Galactic Empire to its knees. She likes cats, bats, mice and you.

10 thoughts on “That’s My Wonderful Town (Part Deux)”

  1. If I saw one of those really toothy bats, as per the picture, I would be out of my house like a shot.

  2. Ho. Lee. Shit. *Those* are what bat teeth look like?? And that’s not photoshopped?

    That chamois looks like an old catcher’s mitt.

  3. “Da bat he rat got wings,
    All de children know dat.
    What I want to know from de Lord
    Is how to get de wings on de cat.
    Fly in me face, fly in me face.
    I hope do bat he don’t come out
    And fly in me face tonight.”
    (Fly in Me Face”, Carly Simon’s version)

  4. What was amazing about those teeth — aside from how big they were — were how white they were. White and pointy. And teeny tiny. And bitey. Poor little things.

  5. It’s only been over the past 5 or so years I’ve started seeing bats flying around in Regina here. I’ve been lulled into accepting them as cute-if-shadowy night-time dragonflies. But I didn’t know their mouths were honed like finely serrated killing machines. And I guess there’s something to be said for munching on beetle shells!

    Still don’t get the deal with their elbows…

  6. P.S. That makes 1 stag’s head (land), 1 vampire bat (sky)… If there’s an octopus frozen to the sidewalk on Tuesday, I’d start to fret.

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