I went out to the garage this evening, turned on the lights, and saw a bat flying in circles around the Land Rover.
This of course is now going to be in my origin story, of a very slow, noisy, super-hero who fights crime using a mixture of hope, iron oxide and the ability to easily find a good supply of after-market parts.
(The bat was ok. I turned off the lights, opened the roller door, and he sped off, no doubt in search of a lights-behind-the-grill Series 1)













