Fiction Friday: The End of the World

Not a lot of science to back any of this up…just a little take on the ol’ There was an old woman who swallowed a fly…


I had often considered the end of the world.  How would it come about?  Would zombies somehow come into existence and cause mankind to have to fight for their survival against both the wild and the undead monsters?  Would nuclear war bring about a never ending winter, causing the battle for life to be a true struggle in a world where nothing should be alive?  Or maybe it would be as simple as a new Black Death, where socialization itself could mean death?

Little would I realize it would be as simple as the extinction of the mosquito.

I’ll admit, when I was first told of how we needed to eradicate this pest, I was kind of for it.  Those stupid things have ruined too many of a day outside for me to really think I wanted them around.  And I was really happy with the fact that we had decided to use bats to eradicate them instead of some sort of chemical warfare.

Heck, I love bats.  Just watching them flutter about in the night sky can make a night seem that much more alive.

I didn’t really think about what that might mean when there are hundreds or even thousands flying about throughout the city.

But they did good work.  And quick.  Before long, the mosquitoes were all but forgotten.  Evening cookouts became pleasant without the constant struggle against the blood suckers.

But little did we think about how we still had hundreds of thousands of bats released across the country who were quickly running out of food.  Other bugs began disappearing.  The house flies and wasps were a pleasant removal.  But the bat colonies kept growing and kept getting more hungry.

And then they began attacking the bees.

We’ve long talked about the endangered status of bees, but those issues were generally not as strong with the necessary pollinators.  When the bats began eating the bees, the effects were nearly immediate.  Crops began drying up and our food crisis became real.

At the same time, we began seeing an increase in bat predators.  Cities that hadn’t seen snakes or weasels in remembered history were suddenly inundated with them.  Hawks and owls prowled the sky day and night looking for the flying rodents.

Nature began taking over its natural processes to remove the excess bats from our night skies.  But by that point, the damage had been done.

And now, here we sit.  In the middle of a barren cornfield.  Around a fire.  Roasting a bat.

Which, I have to admit…tastes a bit like chicken.



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