It was late at night, and I was tired. Weary of life - how would I avenge my parents. Alfred brought me a salad, the only nourishment I had all day, as I was about to bite into it I was recoiled momentarily from its surprising contents. That was it, I would use that which had frightened me as a child to strike fear into the hearts of the criminals that plague this city.
Criminals are a superstitious, cowardly and unhealthy lot. To combat them I must become Salad-Man!!
I worked at Walmart a few years ago for a year and a half. I usually stocked the stationery, crafts, and celebrations area, but a couple of nights I got moved over to help out in produce. As a direct result of what I saw there, I will never, ever, ever purchase anything from a produce department at Walmart. I didn’t see any bat salads, but I saw plenty of mold salad.
About once a year when I owned a house, a bat would find a way in, only to be captured and killed by an exterminator – of either human or feline variety. I usually had to drive the batcorpse to the U in an old tupperware container so they could tell me if I’d been exposed to rabies. Tests never came back positive, but contracting rabies is honestly my number one fear, despite all the more likely & equally horrible ways of leaving the world. Every time I get a bad flu, I’m like – this is it, I’m done for – this can only be rabies…