Most days, I leave work just before the sun sets. On these days, I make my way to my car uneventfully and head off to get something to eat. However, if I happen to leave past sunset, a strange thing happens. I’m attacked by bats.
Attacked may be too strong a word. They fly around very quickly, and they aren’t known for the controlled flight most birds enjoy. This makes it seem like they are ready to dive bomb you any second.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for their numbers. The darker the night, the greater the flock. Is flock the right word? UPDATE: Apparently not. Let’s go with colony.
While watching them (as I hope for them to not swoop down on me and give me rabies), I notice that they seem to do a “bat dance” with one another… not the kind by Prince. I can’t tell if it’s some sort of communication or just a product of having problems flying in a straight line.
It should come as no surprise that I’m not an expert on bats, although I have seen all the “Batman” films. I once saw “Days of Thunder” and thought I could race cars. The police tend to frown on me doing that.
(Photo from ihavebats.info)