Great writing. Reminds me of one Christmas Eve midnight mass I attended with my bat-phobic GF who was constantly ducking in our pew, as a bat attended the entire service, occasionally swooping down low over parishioners to conduct torpedo runs. It'd then perch for awhile on the wall above the altar, before launching on another mission.
I don't recall any of the priest's sermon (too distracted), but I still have welts on my tongue, from biting it to keep from bursting out laughing during the mass. We still joke about that "not so silent" night.
Great writing. Reminds me of one Christmas Eve midnight mass I attended with my bat-phobic GF who was constantly ducking in our pew, as a bat attended the entire service, occasionally swooping down low over parishioners to conduct torpedo runs. It'd then perch for awhile on the wall above the altar, before launching on another mission.
I don't recall any of the priest's sermon (too distracted), but I still have welts on my tongue, from biting it to keep from bursting out laughing during the mass. We still joke about that "not so silent" night.
That was hilarious. In part because we’ve made the same tactical and head-ware mistakes