Is this not the most delightfully furry little thing? It is. Mrs Trefusis loves bats and you know she has exquisite taste.
For the less adventurous, the SCARY BAT CAVES now have added elephants!
Given my self-appointed rôle as scratchy, neurotic Empress of darkness, I thought you might like to see that even my dessicated heart is gladdened by the smiling yet oddly melancholy face of an elephant eating apples. Look, that stretched expression on my face! Can it be? Surely not a smile?
Yes, in the scorched cavity where my soul should be, there is a great love of all things furry or feathery or scaly that are in some way amusing and delightful (defined very widely). There are always many, many creatures at the scary bat caves that I would like to fit in my handbag and take home.
"Look! The penguins!
"How about one of those teeny tiny monkeys? They have such convenient little hands. And so agile! It could hook back all the curtains that are falling down. Fingers has one well within his reach there.
If it could be trusted not to screech, it could tuck into my jacket. Just here, look"
"We could totally fit a baby capybara in the car"
"An adult even. The boot is surprisingly spacious for an Alfa. But I refuse to let our house become l'arche de Noé. You can't have a capybara"
"Think of it as taking full advantage of the entrance fee"
I left emptyhanded. But one day I just know I will crack, and sneak out with some furry trembly parcel under my coat and I will be caught by the front gates, totally unrepentant.