A Summer Tapas for Winged Mammals

Bats and mosquitos:  It's like the old song, "You can't have one without the other." Especially here in MIchigan on a warm summer night.

We've had the typical mid-summer "dog days," high heat, high humidity.  You finish the evening outside, trying to coax a little breeze to cool you off, get the shirt unstuck from your back, to no avail.  The sun goes down, you feel like a steamed vegetable, and here they come:  The little bastards, at first unseen, start to circle, bob, and jab. Then their little motors come into earshot with their intense high pitched electric whining.  You swat and swing and move aside; also to no avail.  With no relief in sight and the troops moving in quickly, you head indoors to sip an iced tea and start waiting for the wounds to start popping up.

Looking outside as the twilight lingers on a summer's eve, the counter offense launches their aerial attack.  You hate to think of them taking up residence in your attic, basement, or rafters.  God forbid you ever have to confront a lone patroller on a staircase or take a swat at one in the bedroom. But, damn, those bats love mosquitos.  It's tapas and they'll have to eat thousands to satisfy their hunger.  But they love 'em, they're in season, and we've got 'em by the bushel.  I hate bats.......... but not as much as mosquitos.