Weekend confession time. From as early as I can remember until I was, I don't know, 10 years old or so, I was convinced that the bats in my local zoo were fake. They were kept in a dark, cave-like exhibit behind glass that was perpetually foggy and hard to see through, and they were constantly in motion, making everything that much blurrier. I was so sure that they were all fake rubber bats on strings, maybe with a hidden fan keeping them spinning around.
I can be convinced that a crocodile that doesn't even blink in the several minutes that I watch it is perfectly real... but something about those bats just still, to this day, screams "FAKE!" to me.
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