As you can tell from Tulip’s expression, the mystery occupant(s) of the “tribal” mask above our bunkie door is not a squirrel, a bird or a mouthwatering mouse….
….it’s bats! Two, maybe three of them, if our eyes are true when the bats leave after dark to go hunt bugs. Silently, they drop out of the mask’s mouth and are gone in a flash. They are Little Brown Bats, about the size of your thumb. Sadly, the species is endangered by a virus (kind of like us, except worse) called white nose syndrome and has lost up to 90% of its number. So these ones are welcome to our mask. They can even keep peeing in it, which explains the “tears” trickling from the eye holes. But we’ll steer clear. Rabies is rare in bats, but who needs it? Like all Norwegian forest cats, Tulip is brave, but not stupid.
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