I was delivering those crocheted motifs to Old Town Scottsdale for Caroline and as I was heading back to my car I saw this tiny little bat clinging to a wall. I’m guessing it didn’t make it back to the safety of its attic or cave and needed to dip out of the quickly rising heat of the day here in the middle of the desert. How many people must have walked by not recognizing this furry little guy about the size of plum below their knee height? Well, I noticed it and I’ve named it Eddie.