It happens biweekly in Seward Park. The Stranger
On my way to Seward Park’s biweekly Bat Trek naturalist walk, my Lyft driver, an elementary-school teacher driving nights to make up for her salary, reminds me that people found a rabid bat near Green Lake just last week.
“Trump is president and rabid bats,” she says, sighing over the wheel.
“Maybe a rabid bat will take me out before things get worse,” I say.
We both laugh, but as the car pulls in front of the Seward Park Audubon Center, I feel a tingle of excitement. The sun is setting over Lake Washington, painting the sky a dusky pink and tangerine. After the last couple of weeks, the prospect of death by bat feels like something I could look forward to.
