September 16, 2012
I’m not sure when my infatuation started, but for as long as I can remember I have loved fruit bats. The big leathery wings, the furry bodies, the pointy snouts, and the beady eyes . . . what’s not to love about that?
The National Park in American Samoa has fruit bats, and I was on a mission to see at least one. As we drove through the park, I kept my eyes fixed on the treetops. Finally, I saw a shape that could be a fruit bat. I made Rich pull over immediately, and we walked back to the tree to examine the brown shape near the top. After some time, we saw it move: it was indeed a bat!
Rich will never understand how I managed to spot that bat from the road, but true love always finds a way. -Cyndi
(Rich… If only she felt this strongly about me!)
