Stickybirds ~ the ink & paper division of Chienworks*

So, there we were, standing out on the front yard at 2am, having a nice conversation under the stars. Then three teenage girls come walking by, quite giddy and inebriated from an evening out on the town, obviously on their way back to the college dorms. Suddenly out of nowhere comes a bat which zooms down low over their heads. Two of the girls start screaming their heads off, exclaiming how much they hate bats. The third girl berates the first two and yells at them, "There's no such thing as bats. They're just sticky birds." This seems to calm down the first two and they continue on their way by, leaving us to watch them in wonder and roll on the ground hysterically laughing our butts off.

It was one of the defining moments of our friendship.