O.k. . .the bat story. I will try to keep this short. . .or as short as I can. Quite a few years ago, hubby and I decided that it would be nice to do a wilderness canoe trip with just the two of us. Up until then, we'd always done trips in groups. . .even our canoe honeymoon was me and 6 other guys, plus one couple from Nebraska that we hadn't met before. Funny story there, too. At one point on that trip, all the guys were sitting in a circle talking animatedly, so I walked on up and plopped down on the ground with them before i realized they all had their pants off and were showing off their vasectomy scars to one another! Back then I was still young, shy, and prim and proper. I was mortified and didn't know how to politely extricate myself from the situation. Yikes! But I digress. . . .
So later, when I was no longer young, shy, or prim and proper, hubby and I did a canoe trip on (I think) Labyrinth Canyon, which is near Moab. It's a very slow, easy, desert river. No rapids to speak of.. .hotter than blazes. . .in fact we spent some time floating in the river beside the canoe rather than paddling. We made camp one afternoon on a big sand bar. Not many of them around with all of the tamarisk that has invaded the river banks. That night after we went to bed a huge and terrifying lightning/wind/rain storm hit. The winds were so violent that we had to lay spread-eagle inside the tent to keep it from blowing away. . .and even with both of us doing that, I was afraid it would blow us, tent and all, into the river, where we'd be trapped inside and drown. Anyway, after the storm ended. . .it was probably around midnight. . .we had about 3 inches of sand inside the tent. Our self-support tent is mostly mesh with a rainfly. So we got everything out of the tent, dumped the tent out. . I'm not kidding about all of the sand. It was incredible! We had both been sandblasted, so we needed a bath. So we each took a dip in the river with the other person on shore keeping the light from a headlamp on the person in the river, so we wouldn't get washed downstream and die. . .but finally we got back to bed.
Before I start episode 2, some info about our tent. . .it is mesh, and it also has 2 doors (hubby and I don't share very well. . we each have our own kayaks, our own motorcycles, you get the idea. . .amazing we survived the canoe trip with the two of us in the same boat). A rule we have since made, regarding our tent, is that we either have both doors open or both doors shut. It is NOT good to have one open and one shut. But again, I digress. . .
Later that night, maybe 2 a.m. something woke me up. I sleep on my stomach (thank goodness). I laid there awhile and then I felt this flutter on my neck. And again. Back then I had long hair done up in a french braid. So I didn't move, but I said, pretty loudly, "Tom. . .there's something in my hair. . and I THINK IT'S A BAT!!" Tom woke up, rolled over, turned on his headlamp and replied, "Yep. . .it's a bat. And there's bat shit all over your head!" To which I calmly replied.. "WELL GET IT OFF!!!" The bat was tangled in my hair splayed out, face up (thank goodness. . couldn't bite me). So I'm laying there covering the sides of my face with my hands and Tom's looking around the tent for something to cover his hands with so he won't get bitten. . .bats carry rabies, you know. . .he finds a pair of nylon pants, wraps his hands in them, grabs the bat and RIPS it off of my head (lost a bit of hair along with it), and throws the bat out the door of the tent, where it wobbled around for awhile and then flew off. Then I had to go BACK into the river for another late night bath to get the bat shit off of my head.
What we assume happened was the bat was chasing mosquitos, or whatever insects they eat at night. Because the tent was mesh, his sonar didn't register it. He flew in Tom's door, but my door was closed. He hit the mesh door and dropped onto my head, where his little bat claws got tangled in my long hair.
So .. the next time someone tells you that it's an old wives tale about bats getting tangled in people's hair, and that it can never happen. . .tell them to travel with me. Something always happens! Hmmm. . .like the car that went down the embankement and into the river upside down, so we paddled to shore, scrambled out of our boats, cut him out of his seatbelt and got him out of the river. Or the kayaking in pitch black darkness through a jungle river in Costa Rica, where if we'd have missed the take-out we'd have gone down a Class VI rapid, died and had our bodies washed out into the ocean. Or the bear and the forest fire. . .or the time we . . .GOOD GOD!! It's amazing I'm still alive!!