I like superhero movies. Kev and I have financially contributed to all of the Spiderman box office records. We got hooked on the X-men series by accident and now I've seen each film maybe 10 times (thank you HBO). I LOVED the new movie Iron Man (best summer movie so far and I've seen Sex & the City already). And like most gen-Xers, I've watched various Hollywood leading men take their turn wearing the iconic rubber "bat suit" on the big screen as well as on Nick-at-Nite.
Maybe that's why when this little guy showed up on our back porch overhang last summer, it was obvious to me his name should be Bruce Wayne. What else would you name a bat? Bruce doesn't bother anyone. The only mess he makes is a few guano droppings on the deck that I wash off every other day. He's a loner, which seems to be unusual for a bat based on what I've found on the Internet, but Bruce Wayne has superhero work to do at night, so he doesn't need the baggage of other bats.
The cool thing is, Bruce went to roost for the winter in October of last year and this week, he suddenly showed back up. Ok, so I don't know if it is the exact same bat, but I'm pretty sure it is. It looks like Bruce. He's hanging in the same place. What other bat would know of the entrance to our back porch bat cave?
He leaves his roost around 8-ish in the evening and returns around 9 or 10a, crawling way back onto the post where you can only see his little bat bum until around 3p. Then he comes out for an afternoon sunbath. Well, it's still in the shade, but he hangs out for the world to see him. Maybe he's surveying for potential crime that needs fighting? His little fuzzy chest, tiny ears, little nose and small eyes are really adorable. We can get very close to him and he doesn't seem to care.
For the crazy animal lover in me, it is so tempting to reach up there and touch him. But I do have a profound fear of needles, so cooler heads prevail. Imagining myself having rabies treatments is enough to remind me to just appreciate my friend Bruce at a distance, who has chosen my back porch as his personal summer retreat. Does that make me Vicki Vale?