
Published October 31, 2025
Last year, I told you this story. It’s about Halloween and extended Halloween, about death and life, about losing a Whitney and gaining a Whitney, and so much more.
This time around, almost a full year since I worked and since the election that put me on the floor and on leave, I’ll be brief.
I gave my neighbor bestie the bat you see me holding in the photo above. I wrapped it in light purple wrapping paper with bats on it, and I included the note she put on my door, giving it back to her in a card to show that I kept it. We will surely trade it back and forth.

I wrapped the whole thing in shimmering purple shoelaces for fun.
Yesterday, I saw this. It made me very happy.

That lone baby bat looks happy to be there.
My neighbor’s gesture more than 12 months ago launched a wonderful friendship. We help each other keep going, and we laugh a lot. And it all started with bats.
Sending love. Protect your peace, and your living space.
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Too many frights
Tell the people who will live on for decades to remember as much of this as they can.
“Tell your children who the cowards were.”
— A.R. Moxon (@juliusgoat.bsky.social) October 27, 2025 at 3:19 PM
Aimee Ford Foster
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