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May 14, 2006

Deed of dreadful note

Boy dies of rabies from bat

Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister's flight; ere to black Hectate's summons,
The shard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.

-Macbeth

Posted by Allison at May 14, 2006 04:16 PM
Comments

Fine! Maybe I will!

Posted by: Le Marquis de Marquees at May 17, 2006 03:20 PM

Geez. you guys are losers. Post something. I'm bored at work.

Posted by: Megan at May 17, 2006 02:26 PM

Remind me never to grill shish kebabs on your car. Thank you.

Posted by: Cory at May 15, 2006 10:24 PM

I found a dead bat stuck in the grill of my car once.

Posted by: Steph at May 15, 2006 04:38 PM

That's scary to me because John and I found a dead bat hanging from the bricks by our front door. If we have bats around, I'm afraid they'll bite our dog.

Posted by: Kim at May 15, 2006 11:23 AM

That's just rather sad. And rabies just seems like a medieval or otherwise obsolete disease. I am very happy for that girl that survived it. I wonder how she fared, though in the long term.

Medieval english gets me all foamy at the mouth, I'll have you know.

Posted by: Cory at May 14, 2006 05:16 PM