I love bats. My dad had a bat detector when we were kids and would take us out on bat hunts in the summer. When I was about 8 my aunt sent me a dead bat in the post (she'd found it in her cellar). I was allowed to keep it for a few days until it started to smell, then it was buried in the garden. Was playing music in a school hall once and a bat fell from the ceiling and landed in front of me, I stopped playing and carried outside as the chap on keys came pretty close to treading on it. It flew off when I opened my hands, lovely thing, though technically I shouldn't have touched it as I didn't have a bat handling license.
And I think that's about all the bat stories I have.
I love bats. My dad had a bat detector when we were kids and would take us out on bat hunts in the summer. When I was about 8 my aunt sent me a dead bat in the post (she'd found it in her cellar). I was allowed to keep it for a few days until it started to smell, then it was buried in the garden. Was playing music in a school hall once and a bat fell from the ceiling and landed in front of me, I stopped playing and carried outside as the chap on keys came pretty close to treading on it. It flew off when I opened my hands, lovely thing, though technically I shouldn't have touched it as I didn't have a bat handling license.
And I think that's about all the bat stories I have.