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Filed under Humor, Images, Musings, Wordless Wednesday
Tagged as Batshit, Humour, Word Play, Wordless Wednesday
A melancholic pragmatist with a wide streak of mischief and an active imagination that turns into novels.



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Because bat shit likes to collect together in caves where the fumes induce mental difficulties in visiting mammals. Think: Fox newsroom.
The secret nuances of bat poop. Who would have known. 🙂
Puzzles me also. I have had bats roosting in odd places and noticed nothing remarkable about their droppings. American progressives often refer to the pseudoconservatives on the far far right as “bat shit crazy” w/o noticing how badly they are insulting bats by likening them to pseudoconservatives.
😉
I guess that one man’s poop is another man’s guano…
I once discovered a bat on Uranus (the planet)! We were at the Blue Mountains observatory outside of Sydney, Australia; in their events hall they had a series of photographs of the planets, and hanging from the picture frame of Uranus was a tiny bat. We were really tempted to call it in to the local paper, just to see the headlines, “Bats Discovered on Uranus!”
LOL – when it comes to crazy, I tend to say: “That person is nuttier than squirrel shit!”
XD
😉 That works, too!