Many, many, many bats were flying overhead. They swung and swooped and dived and danced their little winged mammal ballet above our heads.
They could be hard to see. I flash of silver. A dash of grey. A shadow of a shadow against the sky, behind the lights.
I hated to look away from them to unload the groceries from the cart into the car.
They were, of course, attracted to the bugs that are attracted to the lights in the parking lot. Quite possibly if you looked skyward in any parking lot at night you could see them.
It struck me as funny though, how many people were walking under this colony of bats. I could just imagine the hysteria if the sun were to suddenly come up and people realize how many bats were over their heads.
|Myths About Bats|
This swooping colony above us was only interested in insects. Given a choice between a monster sized moth, or somebodys hair, a little brown bat is never gonna say "Gimmie dat weave!"
Despite the fact that everyone KNOWS someone this happened to. The ever present "friend of a friend."
Meanwhile my husband is nudging me with a bag of potatoes in an effort to make me stop watching the display and help him load the food into the car.
I said, "Does it make me weird that I like bats?"
He said, "Yep."
Shun thee, non-believer!
|Holds up to 20 bats!|
Right now if I thought they'd eat the spiders that have started living in there I'd put a small brown bat in the bathroom.
I told him we should put some bat boxes in the backyard and attract them. I'm sure they would help with the Palmetto bug problem we have. Or at least in my "lets be friends with all the bats" bliss I convinced myself they would be.
But, since he is one of the bag-phobic he shunned my idea.
However, if you are not afraid of the big bad bat you might want to set up some bat boxes on your property. Then sit out at dusk and watch their aerial ballet.
If you can stop being afraid they are going to end up in your hair, it is really very beautiful.