I Don't Want To Die Yet

Every morning I bike to work down a dark side street to avoid being run over by maniacs on the main drag. Yesterday a bat flew right in front of me, scaring the heck out of me, with it's mighty 50 cm wingspan and evil possibly red eyes.

This morning a bat (I'm presuming it's the same one) flew right into my face. ARGHHHH!! It was all tough and leathery, it happened so fast it was like mothman. I pumped my mega legs as fast as I could and prayed it hadn't latched onto my back pack. Further down the street in a street lamp safety zone I patted my face, it was damp, Bat's demon blood? Tears of fear? I wasn't sure. I made my way to work with the nerves of a teenage crack addict john who hadn't made his pimps cut.