Bats!

I used to have a fairly strong dislike of Canadian Geese. Not because they're from Canada or anything. I like Canada. However, those geese are generally mean and of foul temperment (I almost typed "fowl" for the sake of the pun, but I spared you. Be thankful.) They are mind-numbingly stupid. I'd give you examples, but this isn't really why I'm writing. OH! Also, no bird should have any business leaving crap that big and reeking.
I digress.
I have found something new to point my hatred toward. Bats.
First off, let me note two things. Wings are cool. Fly if you got 'em. I would. Nothing against wings. Second, teeth. They are great. They help you chew and eat, and also help you pronounce the really big words. Also, it gives our jaw a greater purpose.
Generally speaking, though, and I don't know if this is something that is inherent in all of us - ingrained in our DNA or something- I'm not necessarily a fan of any animal that happens to combine these two traits (OK, they freak me out to no end). Teeth and wings need to be mutually exclusive.
There's a reason I bring this up...contrary to popular belief, I do not conjure up topics like this out of thin air.
There were bats in my apartment last night. My apartment is unique and has a lot of character. Fantastic. I have no problem with that. However, I do have a slight problem with my apartment showing its "character" by letting these evil, evil little creatures fly in.
My one cat Ginger cornered one, and I was able to gingerly carry this little demon bird out with a covered dust bin.
I thought "well, that was an experience! thankfully, the little bugger is gone," so I went off to bed. A little while later, I heard creepy little squeks and my other cat Galileo running from one end of the hall to the other.
YAY! Two damm bats in one evening. I was able to get this one in a large Gladware container with a lid, and I took a close look. Bony little wings wtih a rat-like body, along with teeth in its mouth. The beast was smaller than my hand, but it creeped me the ef out.
I let this one out and promptly hid under my blankets. Apartment Gods, whoever and wherever, you are, I do not need this episode repeated, thank you very little.