Sleepy

So we were cruising north from Dominical to Jaco, Costa Rica, at dusk. In the lights of our rental mini-SUV we affectionately named "the shit box", we could see swarms of insects flying all around the jungle. All of a sudden, a huge object swooped out of the trees and square into our windshield, then got carried up and over the car. Or so we thought. We get to Jaco, check into a hotel room, sans A/C, and start unloading our bags. I get onto the roof to unstrap our surfboard bags, and what do I find? Good ol' Sleepy here. Sleepy was a fruit bat that had the misfortune of flying into our car. I mean, hell, bats are blind, aren't they? After hitting the windshield, poor Sleepy got caught up in our surfboards until we got to Jaco. We named him Sleepy because he was so tired he was dead.