I love bats. I really, really love bats.
Perhaps because of my grandfather, in southern Virginia, who was always working on some kind of construction project so he always had small chunks of wood, usually sweet-smiling pine, lying around that, at dusk, he would toss straight up into the air, where a dozen bats were circling, and three or four would sense the chunk of sweet-smelling pine and chase it down to the ground. "Fishing for bats," we called it. We would sing out, as we tossed the chunks of sweet-smelling pine into the crepuscular sky: "Bat! Bat! Where you at?!"
Or perhaps because of a house I stayed in on the coast in a hot, foreign country, that had a broad, second-story veranda overlooking an overgrown courtyard and the nearby hills that would've had sagebrush had they been in Americaa veranda where you could sit in the twilight and eat something fresh you just bought from a local fisherman and bread and olive oil and drink wine and talk to a pretty young woman visiting from a different hot, foreign country and watch the bats (hundreds of them) who lived in the eaves of the building come out, at first in ones and two and threes and then in dozens, circle the courtyard a couple of times, then head out for a night's hunting, skimming above the sagebrush-less hills.
Bats are excruciatingly romantic.
But King County Public Health has, once again, brought the insidious hand of fear into my world with a press release about the dangers of bats, five to ten percent of which, in King County, test positive for rabies:
A recent human rabies case: In 2006, a Texas teenager awoke to find a bat in his room. Public Health in Texas was not contacted and the bat was not tested. The teenager did not seek medical care until symptoms of rabies appeared, at which point it was too late to receive preventive treatment. Sadly, the teenager died of rabies about five weeks after exposure to the bat.
My innocence is dying slowly, by the death of a thousand cuts. Thanks to King County for taking another slice.
The rest of the press release follows, below the jump.
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