Maybe it is the bubonic plague

Yesterday on my way into work, I noticed a dead bat--the Sydney bats are huge "flying foxes" and wonderfully cute and batty--still hanging from the telephone wire they sometimes sleep on when they don't make it back to the Botanic Gardens (or so I imagine). It had mostly decayed, but a skeletal arm was still clinging to the wire. Nasty, nasty, nasty. I would not want to be around when the tendons finally give way and the corpse falls to the street with a thud of decayed bat.