Just went to the bat flight again. It was much better tonight than it was last week. 300,000 bats in a big tornado, spewing out of the ground. Not much else like it on the planet.

The funny thing about the bat flight program is that the rangers don't know when they'll start coming out, so they get everyone sitting in the ampitheater, and then they just sit there and talk out of their asses for about 45 minutes until something happens. I feel kinda sorry for them.

Bonus: for the first time in my life, I saw a wild tarantula. Big sucker, probably 15cm across. Then, 15 minutes later, I saw my second wild tarantula. It was crossing the road that leads up to the cave entrance. I hummed the Frogger theme in salute to it's journey.