So I know all of you are just dying to hear about my Zubat fetish. Well. it's more of a love of all bats period. In late October or so, when I was about 15ish, my little brother found a bat walking home. I came home shortly after, and fell in love. ♥ This thing was adorable! I fell in love with this, brown fuzzy fur, big brown eyed, bat. Well, this bat had a problem. It had a broken wing! You could see the bone sticking out of his wing, making him look funny and at the same time so painful.
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| As you may have guessed... This is Hotdog. |
Well Hotdog was the sweetest little hibernator you ever did saw. He would cuddle my hand for warmth and then he would crawl up my shirt and just cling there. all while making little "pop" noises, which I assumed was echolocation.
Hotdog was my dear friend. I would feed it blueberry juice, water, bugs, and anything else I could think of. My siblings wanted to name it stupid things like "brownie" or "fruity" but geeze! They have absolutely no creativity in naming things!
One Sunday we lost Hotdog. I came from church after telling every one about Hotdog. In fact, I was so happy that I had a pet bat, 2 of my friends came home with me from church to see Hotdog. When we reached home, I sprinted to my home to grab the shoe box which Hotdog lived. To my absolute horror, the shoe box was empty!
I searched the whole house, and to my friends disappointment and mine, we could not find him. Mom was freaking out, because that meant that there was a bat loose in the house. Psh! I could care less that he was loose, I was just sad he was missing! So we have a church meeting later that night that I had to attend and he was still missing so we just gave up for the meantime.
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| Random Hotdog intermission! |
I finally get home, anxious to see if Hotdog had be found, or if were going to eventually smell rotting bat. To my great happiness, my dear sweet Hotdog had been located! He was recovered from hiding in our radiator, and since my house was really REALLY old, I mean like 81 years old, our radiator kinda looked like this:
So Hotdog was chilling at the bottom of one of the radiator "U"s where it was like a metal hammock for him to sleep in. Mom was reading her scriptures at the table had heard the little "pop" noise he makes and locate him with her "oh so supreme" primitive hunting skills. (No seriously my mother, bless her, can NOT find things for the life of her!)( I hope she doesn't read this!) But she found him, and thank goodness! It was October! the radiator could have been on! If it was on, he wouldn't have survived. It gets so hot! You can't lay on it with out pillows or something, or you burn your body!
Well we eventually took our dear friend Hotdog to the vet to see if they could do anything about his wing, and they told us to take him to a Nature Preserve to test him for rabies. So I happily went with mom to the Nature Preserve to get Hotdog all checked out and leave him there. I was so happy that they would be able to help him.
Later on, I learned that when you test an animal for rabies, you do a lobotomy on them. and they put the animal down first. I was devastated. My dear, sweet Hotdog was murdered. And do you know what? He DIDN'T have rabies! So he was murdered!
In honour of my dear friend, I decided that my favourite Pokémon was a Zubat, and so to this day, I love Zubats. I then name all my Zubats Hotdog and even Boyfriend caught me a Zubat, named it Hotdog, and placed it on his Pokéwalker. All out of love and respect for me and Hotdog. And then he let me hold on to the Pokéwalker! Now Hotdog is with me always. ♥ The End.
Ps. Now I was going to put an awesome picture I drew of Hotdog here... but I cannot locate the drawing book he (well I drew him female) is. I'm quite put out about this. Sad! I hope I can find it! When I do, it's going here! ♥