Today I learned that the university of Coimbra in Portugal has
a great 18th-century library, the Biblioteca Joanina, that maintains a colony of bats to effectively control the population of paper-eating insects called
papirófagos.
These bats are less than an inch long. They roost during the day behind the bookcases and come out at night. There doesn’t seem to be any English word for
papirófago, a cursory search turns up no details about what sort of insect they are, and ngl I am slightly concerned about them as a phenomenon. But I think my overarching point here is clear:
This library keeps tiny bats that look after the books.
I’m here for tiny bats saving books.
Aaaahhh!!
What good and noble tiny flitters!!!! ❤
My nayme is Batt And wen its nite On sylente wings I flye to fite
❖ Name: Maurice Bouchard ❖ Age: ❖ Zodiac Sign: Halone, The Fury ❖ One good trait: Determined ❖ One bad trait: Impatient
Habits:
❖ One bad habit: Skipping classes ❖ One good habit: Looking out for his siblings ❖ One habit they can’t break: Sneaking out of the house ❖ One they’ve broken: Sneaking in kittens and puppies ❖ What they’re afraid of: His siblings getting hurt or picked on
Family:
❖ Their parents’ names: Mandalina Elendil (Bouchard) and Deyaenoux Bouchard ❖ Their siblings’ names: Hubert and Wayneflete (Twin Brothers), Augusta (Little Sister) ❖ Favorite childhood memory: Trips out of Ishgard with his mom ❖ Favorite childhood toy: Toy knight ❖ Embarrassing story: He fell through thin ice once in front of pretty girls. ❖ Favorite family member: His siblings
What they prefer:
❖ Coffee or tea? Tea ❖ Showering in the day or night? Night ❖ Taking baths or taking showers? Shower ❖TV or movies? ❖ Writing or reading? Both ❖ Platonic or romantic love? Both ❖ Iced tea or lemonade? Lemonade ❖ Ice cream or smoothies?Ice Cream ❖ Cupcakes or cake? Both ❖ Beach or mountains? Mountains
my boyfriend said he was gonna email me this ~fantasy~ about us, so i’m expecting a dirty email and he just sent it and it starts off with five paragraphs of worldbuilding