Venice, Italy

I was wondering through the streets of Amsterdam in the wee hours of the morning when all of the sudden it felt like I kicked something. I looked down and saw a small bat limping around on the ground.

I stepped on a bat.

Wait a second. I stepped on a bat?? Where else but Amsterdam does this kinda stuff go down?

In retrospect I should have put the little guy out of his misery, but I wasn’t trying to get bat guts on my shoes.

The moral of the story is to walk carefully, folks. Just when you think you’re stumbling over a bag, it may turn out to be a creepy winged animal.

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