To me bats are only jump-scary, like paranormal activity.

They’re too cute up close to be afraid of, they only get me when I’m walking at night and one passes close enough for me to hear it flapping for a split second, which doesn’t happen every day, but several times a day since I walk my dogs down a road with a forest to live in on one side and a field filled with juicy bugs for them to eat on the other.

I had one take up residence in the corner of my porch covering, it made me jump a little the first time I noticed it move, but I liked checking on him every morming