Pigeons versus Bats

I have a deep-seated hatred of pigeons. I can't really explain how it got so severe, because I'm not sure why. It might have something to do with how disease-ridden they are, or how many times they've shat on me. No matter the reason, I hate them.

Recently, there's been quite a lot of bats near Maynooth train station at night. They fly from the trees near the canal, flying over the water to feed. If you are trying to catch a train at night, you have to keep an eye out for them; their path to the water could very well be interrupted by your head.

But the bats, I view with respect. Sure, they may get a bit close for comfort, but at the end of the day my reaction is fairly mild. They're just trying to get on with their own business. They mean me no harm.

Compare that to my rather extremist view of pigeons. If a pigeon buzzes my head, I immediately think of setting it on fire. Those bastards are lucky I'm not pyrokinetic, though if they keep this shit up I might just waste many hours of my time in front of the fireplace trying to develop an imaginary ability. It happens so often I fear I'm getting paranoid, to the point where I imagine a vast pigeon conspiracy.

That's how much I fucking hate pigeons.