Sometimes my favorite animals to knit are the decidedly less cuddly kind. In fact, I amend that, I generally don't like to knit animals that are inherently cute. I get off on the transformation (via yarn and sticks) of an animal from grotesque or icky to total adorbs-town. That's my thing.
So, when my lovely friend Heather came to me with a commission of a bat for her mother as an inside joke birthday present, I was jazzed.
He's made with a soft wooly black yarn. His wings have wire in them, so they are posable. His eyes are silver beads with my lines running through the center. And - the piece de resistance - his little feet are tiny black hair clips, so he can suspend upside down.
Oh, I want to squish him so hard.