For a bat cannot be said to occupy time and space as you and I. His is a changeling nature. I see not as you see but as a creature of the night. The world is a dangerous place. Ugly blue jays can nip your wing for spite, simply because they are bigger than you. My sonar reflects a world of great chaos and arbitrary beauty, with abundant clouds of juicy bugs.
Blood is a good thing unlike math.
I love you, so I would never bite you unless, of course, you under do it at Christmas or miss another Halloween. The ingenuity it took to wrangle the golden cage off of Mrs. Hardington for next to nothing. You are blind. But I forgive you. I see your self-absorption.