Tenacious

There’s always the one who got away, but the one I took home with me made me sad and glad at the same time. What am I talking about? I guess if I gave you a little background information you would understand. I’ve always admired bats, you know the ones that flap around at night and make girls afraid they’re going to get caught in someone’s hair. One evening some girls had a birthday party just about dusk when the lights are still off and the stars and moon are trying to outdo each other. I was watching from a tree branch and thinking all their games were silly. That’s when the birthday girl’s brother started yelling, “The bats are here! Watch out for your hair!” He was being mean and acting crazy. “The big bat is Dracula. He will suck your blood.” He didn’t know I was in the tree and when I dropped off that branch and sprang into the air, his face turned green. I grabbed his arm and clung on like I wanted his blood. Yes, I was tenacious as we spun around the yard, and all the girls disappeared screaming into the house. We were left together, looking eye to eye. I had forgotten about a bat I had captured earlier in the day and was expecting to release it. I let it go and its wings, so perfectly formed, spread out and brushed his face. …..the bat got away but there were no more bats allowed in my house. No more bats…of course if s