Imagine it’s a summer evening. It’s nearly dark, but you can still see shapes and shadows. An intelligible creature speeds up in the skies, and there’s a barely audible high-pitched screech that accompanies it. Someone tells you that it’s a bat, and if you’re unlucky enough to be wearing white and have long hair, they warn you to go inside, or else a flying vampire mouse will definitely come at you just to tangle in your locks and have a taste of your blood. However, you know better than…