Bat
Sometimes you hate them, the little murderers. This is what's left of a bat that either flew in through the the balcony-door or was plucked out of the air and brought in by one of my cats. It was flittering around the room when I looked to see what the the commotion behind my back was all about. When I realized that there was a bat flying around, I opened all the windows to give it a way out, but it was too late, Otje had already caught and killed it.