It was eleven-something at night, the temperature was pleasant and I wasn't sleepy. So I sat outside and contemplated the lake. The lights from Laughlin and Bullhead City keep the sky from going completely dark. The air was still and the water was almost mirror flat.
Something small and dark flickered through my line of sight. Then again. And again. A bat. Or bats. Feeding in the zone between the water, trees and van. Figure eights, pretzel loops, sudden impossible changes of direction, sometimes missing me by only a foot or so. Bats on a mission. Gobbling as many insects as they could. I was just an inedible obstruction to be worked around. No danger to me. I thought, "Hey, guy(s), concentrate on getting all the mosquitoes right around me, please."