Mammals Little Brown Bat 
o’clock and in the middle of what was evidently 
intended for a lively scolding, I popped a fly into his 
wide open mouth. Snap went the jaws and down 
went the fly into the hungry littlestomach. Thenext 
fly took the same trip down the ‘red lane’ and the 
third was eagerly seized. After that the scamp 
stopped scolding. It kept us busy hunting flies for 
him. In fact, as it was late in the fall, flies were hard 
to find and raw meat had to be substituted. This he 
would chew in a most impolite way, opening his 
square little mouth to its full extent at every bite. 
He soon snatched food eagerly from my fingers and 
would cling to my hand while eating. 
On being offered water in a doll’s spoon he dipped 
his nose in, sputtered, sneezed, chattered and finally 
drank. For milk, however, he showed great pre- 
ference, lapping greedily with his tiny red tongue. 
In two days my strange pet was perfectly tame. 
I let him out in my room. He immediately hung 
himself on a bunch of seaweed in a corner of the 
ceiling, remaining there allday. This was always his 
favorite place. At dusk he would fly about the room 
and I have seen him catch flies. When the lights 
were on I put him in the box in spite of his scold- 
ing. 
Very soon he learned to know me, because I fed 
him. He would hitch himself to my dress or snuggle 
in my palm like a bunch of floss silk. Strangers he 
did not like, and a great many actually did not know 
what he was and were afraid of him. His sensitive 
wings he would not permit me to touch at first, later 
he did not care so long as I was very gentle. He de- 
lighted in being scratched on the back very gently 
with a bit of wood. He washed himself with his 
tongue and rubbed his face with his wrists. When 
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