Bats, Chalk, & Splinters

This is not going to be coherent post. I’m just warning you ahead of time, and if you want to blame someone for my inability to write in something more complex than an improperly punctuated sentence fragment, here…


Oh, I know. He looks all innocent, and “Who, me? Would I ever deposit a dead bat at your feet at two o’clock in the morning?”



Now, let me just say something about bats. I heart them. Really, I do. They eat mosquitoes for dinner. For that alone I’d scoop a dozen of them up and snuggle under the covers with their furry little bat faces. You know, if it wasn’t for the rabies. And the flapping. For some reason the flapping freaks me out.

But, all in all, I’m a fan of the bat. For example, remember that time I incoherently narrated my attempt to coax a bat into releasing his death grip on my carpet? (I swear I’m not drunk in that video. Apparently when I’m woken abruptly from a dead sleep I forget what words are and how to use them.)

In a fun little play on our usual scenario wherein the cat either brings me a live bat or leaves me a dead one, Sunday night I walked into the kitchen in the middle of the night for a drink of water and found a bat, spreadeagled on the floor, very clearly dead. Because only a dead bat would be spreadeagled on the floor. I don’t feel like I was making some incredible leap of logic with that assumption.

But when I reached down with some paper towels to pick up said bat carcass? That little shit opened his mouth and screamed.

Then I screamed. Probably. I might have blacked out. The next thing I recall I was hiding behind the kitchen table waving a paper towel in what I can only imagine was some kind of defensive maneuver, or else a sign of surrender.

NOT. DEAD. That bat was not dead.

So, long story short, I haven’t slept. At all. Apparently that makes it harder to use power tools and draw a straight line, but here’s a sneak peek of what I’ve been working on…


That’s forty-eight square feet of chalkboard, my friends. As far as I can tell it weighs four-thousand pounds. Also, I have so much chalk dust in my eyeballs. And splinters. Let’s not even talk about the splinters.

It’s still really rough, but there’s one important thing you can take away from this…


The farm has a name!

61% of people voted for Black Feather Farm. There were also some really fun ideas in the comments, but while I was walking out to the barn on Sunday, pondering whether or not Black Feather was the right name, I found this…

UntitledSeemed like a sign.

So, if anyone is wondering where I’m at for the next eternity, I’m probably drawing on a bigass chalkboard.

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    1. I had the AT in there, but it threw off the balance of “Black Feather Farm.” I’m considering it implied!

      1. could draw a tiny sircle in the striped arch aka bottom line of the ribbon under the Y in liberty house and write the tiny @ in it….

      2. Hey, I think implied works just fine. If you start erasing chalk it all becomes a mess. Don’t do it. In fact, you could also just imply a hyphen between House and Black since it is an enterprise now, Liberty House-Black Feather Farm.

  2. I wish I had your chalk drawing skills.

    And I’m also a big fan of bats. Anything that eats mosquitoes is a friends in my book.

  3. Holy frijoles! My cat has brought me two bats in the past. There’s nothing less fun than chasing an unwilling cat around the house, while a still-living bat screams from the cat’s maw.

  4. Ugggggh, the bat scream. I also know that they are good and harmless and they eat so many bugs, but for the love of all that is good, stay out of my living space.

    I was up way too late one night in the living room and one came flying on down from the second floor like he was scoping it out for his family. I went to bed and let the cat deal with it. Found him behind the freezer the next morning in the laundry room. Also not dead. There was bat screaming when I poked at him.

  5. Pffffft omg I shouldn’t have been reading this during lab meeting. I came This Close to busting out laughing when I read bout your bat coming back from the “dead” (sorry) – don’t worry I think I would freak out too.

    Chalkboard looks good!

  6. I love the name and the drawing is beautiful!

    Ummmm…Cripes, the bat! I’m not a screamer, but picking up a “thought it was dead bat” and hearing it scream would FREAK me out! Cheers to you for surviving.

  7. I kind of knocked one unconscious in my living room once. I think they may have a talent for playing dead or something. I was able to slide a folded paper bag under him and a open one on top and carry him outside. He was gone the next morning when I got up.

      1. Kit is crazy creative! She can find a way to make the ring black. Though, after one day weeding the garden, the ring would turn black from dirt.

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