I drove to work this morning because I have to take the mother for some routine tests this afternoon. Coming in with the sun was a particularly interesting experience as a result.
As I sat with the window down, waiting for the security gate to open, I heard a distinctive EEK! There it is again. EEK!
As I drove up the ramp and wheeled around the corner, something flew over the hood at top speed. It seemed much too fast to be a bird. Nah. It couldn't be.
I pulled into a spot and got out. I grabbed some paper towels from the back seat to buff Pearl's hood and mirrors. (I just washed the car last night, so of course there is water shooting out of the overpass above the construction site on I-70. It was like driving through a rain shower!) Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Well, I'll be d*mned. It zipped toward me, went over the top of the car instead, and then went back to the square of parking lot where it has no hope of escape.
It was indeed a bat! I felt sorry for it because all it really wanted to do was get out.
Apparently, this happens a lot. (First time it's ever happened to me.) There is a "batman" who comes a couple times a week and tries to catch them.
So if you're ever in a parking garage in the wee hours and something buzzes past your ear, no, you're not losing your mind. (Well, maybe you are. It's probably just a bat.)