It was late, or early, depending on your perspective. We just returned from a Waffle House meal after a late night of drinking and dancing. I walked into the bedroom to crawl under the covers. There was the cat, looking out the window, transfixed.

Then I saw them, how many I do not know, swooping in and out of the yard spotlight. So fast, they were difficult to see…flash…flash…flash. I stood transfixed. Watching them hunt, swoop in for the kill them and feast.

Images flashed in my head…

Batman

Batboy

Blood Sucking Vampire

Superhero

Freak

Evil doer

Transfixed I was … then all I could say was kill’em, kill’em all! Flash…flash…flash…yeah that’s it, get’em. Devour them all!

Is it bad to wish it? I didn’t care … the words grew louder in my head … kill’em, kill’em all! Flash…flash…flash…yeah that’s it, get’em. Devour them all!

My superheroes, keeping the neighborhood safe. I crawl into bed, knowing the next time I step outside, fewer pests will swarm, smelling my sweet blood, diving in to take a drink. So soundly I sleep, knowing the bats are near…flash…flash…flash