As you know, I really like bats. Earlier this week, one brave Free-Tailed Chiroptera tried to hitch a ride on the Space Shuttle.
Gizmodo eulogizes him (or her, perhaps) thusly:
"Bereft of his ability to fly and with nowhere to go, a courageous bat climbed aboard our Discovery with stars in his weak little eyes. The launch commenced, and Spacebat trembled as his frail mammalian body was gently pushed skyward. For the last time, he felt the primal joy of flight; for the first, the indescribable feeling of ascending toward his dream—a place far away from piercing screeches and crowded caves, stretching forever into fathomless blackness.
"Whether he was consumed in the exhaust flames or frozen solid in the stratosphere is of no concern to us. We know that Spacebat died, but his dream will live on in all of us."
Be free, Spacebat, fly and be free!
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4 comments:
Oh, the poor little thing. His mother told him to stop listening to old Elton John records.
Awwww, poor spacebat!! How sad!
Yakkkkkkie I don't like those:(
But its for him very sad !!!
Poor lost space bat, probably said, this is warm, and away from those creepy guys in white!
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