"Do you believe they get in your hair?"
The girl touched her blonde curls. "I don't think so. That's one of those fallacies, isn't it?"
"Do you know what a Martian bat looks like?"
"No."
"Well, picture a fairly ordinary bat. It's something like that, only its wing spread often reaches four feet. It's a pretty ugly customer. Now, let's say you're in your own parlor one night, and this big thing comes flapping into your house. And—fallacy notwithstanding—let's say you know this bat will just as soon land in your hair as anyplace else. Would you be frightened?"
"Of course," said the girl.
"What would you do?"
"Hit it with a broom," she said.
It was Show Night.