Whenever I hear mention of anything related to vampires my thoughts turn to Russ. In my distant memory he stands out. He introduced me to vampire bats and tequila…caged and uncaged phenomenon. Russ was a romantic interest for several years in my twenties. We had what appeared to be a normal relationship. Movies, parties, sporting events, shared holidays were everything that encompassed some fun and meaningful times. But one thing that still intrigues me was his fascination with vampire bats. The Philadelphia Zoo was one of his favorite haunts (when in Rome) and for the two of us it was a twice or three times a year “date.” Russ would rush me through the Lions’ house, the Bears’ exhibit, the noisy Seals’ display (my favorite) until we reached the window sealed vampire bats. He stood transfixed and recited every piece of information known to him about the lives and times of vampire bats. I feigned interest as I listened because I felt dutiful. Liberated but yet wanting to stay in “the good standing relationship status.”
Since I wanted to contribute to a vampire blog on Red Room, I Googled what fell on deaf ears many years ago about vampire bats. Now I understand Russ’ interest because the vampire bat is a complex and curious creature. The social structure of roosting bats is found in colonies that consist of a multitude of females with a few resident males. Nonresident males are apparently welcomed when the temperature is lowered. Makes sense to me. Also, I was surprised to read that the bats use infrared radiation to locate blood hotspots on their prey. They can only survive approximately two days without blood. As a result their species practices reciprocal altruism in nature. A vampire bat unable to find blood will beg another bat for blood who in turn will spit out a small amount for survival. Who knew that these creatures were capable of a comprehension that was instinctual? Could it be that the origin of Dracula and other tales of vampires were the result of careful study of the vampire bat?
Now when I hear that questioning song…would you like to swing on a star?
carry moon beams home in a jar?
I add….. or would you rather be a vampire bat?
No thanks….I’ll pass!
ADD: I don’t know whatever happened to Russ but I do know that this whole vampire blogging has jarred my memory about him…and come to think about it, he was a neck kisser. Very Interesting?!