MY SECRET SANTA GOT ME A BAT

A REAL ONE

Or, rather, they adopted a bat in my name from Bat World Sanctuary! This is a donation that goes twords the care of my bat, Little E, who has been deemed unfit for survival in the outside world and is a permanent resident of the sanctuary.

I realize that I put bats down as a thing I like, but this goes far over what I was expecting. And I'm not entirely sure my Santa knows how personal this gift is to me. (Background: Both my parents are retired park rangers, and I am one now also) One of my earliest memories is helping my mother in the evenings with her bat program. This was a talk and old school slideshow about bats in California, and was presented as a family program at the campground she worked at. A program that she created, and that the park still uses (although I think we have the slides).

So 6-year-old me is absolutely beside herself with glee right now. I've devolved temporarily into the 1st grader that wore mom's Batpack Friday evenings and told other kids how cool bats are, and I REALLY WANT TO HUG YOU SANTA.

Santa also got me a bottle of my favorite nail polish, OPI Ink, which is discontinued in my area. Which was totally eclipsed by ADOPTING ME A BAT.