I don't think these people would appreciate them as much if they had my recent experiences: first, I got dive-bombed by one in my computer room - finally got the thing to go out the front door when I propped it opened and chased the thing downstairs. Then, the worst episode, was two nights ago I was awakened by one in my bedroom at 3:00 am, bouncing off the walls. I wasn't so kind to this one. I think they got in when I used my fireplace for the last time in the season, and left the flue opened, though I have checked the attic, and there is a sign of them having been there briefly. Still love bats...NOT!!!!!

Dave

One of my good memories is of my teenaged son calling me outside at dusk and asking, "look up there, did you see that." Bats were swooping though the trees looking for their evening meal. That summer we would often spend quiet time at dusk, watching for the bats to come out and silently wing back and forth before disappearing into the gathering darkness.