Bat head

I stopped at the library on the way home last night, to pick up a couple of things that were being held for me (a couple of books and an audio book on CD). I could have waited on the books, but I had finished the audio book I was listening to in the car (Nevada Barr's "Flashback"), and the audio book being held was of Tony Hillerman's "The Sinister Pig." I just hurried in and got the held items at the desk without looking around for anything else--Bob was home cooking dinner and I didn't want to make him wait. When I came out of the library, I noticed something stuck to the trunk lid of my car. I leaned over and looked at it, and thought, "What the heck is that?"

At first I thought it was some kind of fruit or big seed, but then, instead of leaves, the things sticking out looked like ears. And it looked sort of furry. I thought, okay, this is a bat head. A bat head? A small bat, obviously, or small head, because it was still difficult to tell.

Then I thought, no way, it must just be some kind of seed . . .

I drove home and parked in the garage, but I didn't shut the garage door. I went in and asked Bob to come back out with me. He said, "Why? What's wrong?" I said that nothing was wrong, but I wanted him to look at something for me. I pointed to the thing on the trunk and said, "What is that?" He said, "It's a bat head!"

I had loosened it when I got home by prodding it with my car keys, and Bob went in and got a paper towel and picked it up and threw it away. I suppose I should have taken pictures.

Theories as to how it got there ranged from the bat diving for an insect and decapitating itself on my car, to the bat being carried by a hawk or something that was going to eat it, who dropped the head, to Bob suggesting that maybe it was part of some kind of voodoo ritual . . .

It will remain a mystery, but it was sure a freaky thing to find stuck to my car.