Geneva: Museum Natural History

Geneva My brother and I sneak quietly into the room above the garage. There is a bat hiding on a pipe just below the ceiling. We poke him with a hockey stick and then run shrieking through the house. A neighbour comes in to deal with the bat. We expect him to kill it so we are shocked when he comes walking down the stairs with the bat stretched between his two hands. The bat is released in our backyard.

I love the dead birds. I love them all the more because they are dusty with neglect.

We scour the shore for fossils and sand dollars. He exchanges them for a mounted, preserved piranha. She swims with the piranhas and pink dolphins.