Folkmanis Puppets’ Little Brown Bat Puppet

By now you should all be familiar with Folkmanis Puppets and their line of well-made and entertaining hand and finger puppets. But, being Folkmanis, they always seem to come up with something new.

What flew onto my desk this time is their Little Brown Bat. Given the season, it seems appropriate — while it’s not a scary sort of thing, it is after all, a bat. The body, covered in soft, light brown fur, is about six inches long; the wings, which have a rubbery texture, are about 13 inches wide. The face is utterly charming, with big black eyes and a pointed snout — this is obviously not a vampire.

The accompanying label, rather than a story, has some interesting facts about little brown bats, such as the fact that they can eat up to a thousand mosquitoes in an hour. And did you know that a mother bat can find her own pup among a thousand others by its scent and its cheeping?

As we have come to expect, the workmanship is excellent, with tight seams and no loose threads, and the materials seem to be able to stand up to the most enthusiastic puppeteers.

The one drawback I found in this one is that it’s a finger puppet — which, given its size (about that of a real bat), is not surprising — it wouldn’t be so easy to fit my hand in something that size. As it is, the opening is a comfortable fit for my finger, but might be a bit roomy for a child. They could use two fingers, maybe? The upshot is that there’s no way to manipulate the wings, so anyone playing with it has to be content with swooping around — which might be fun, but watch out for Mom’s favorite lamp!

All in all, though, it is a charmer, which is what we’ve come to expect from Folkmanis.

About Robert Tilendis

Robert M. Tilendis lives a deceptively quiet life. He has made money as a dishwasher, errand boy, legal librarian, arts administrator, shipping expert, free-lance writer and editor, and probably a few other things he’s tried very hard to forget about. He has also been a student of history, art, theater, psychology, ceramics, and dance. Through it all, he has been an artist and poet, just to provide a little stability in his life. Along about January of every year, he wonders why he still lives someplace as mundane as Chicago; it must be that he likes it there.

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