100 years ago in COUNTRY LIFE
July 29, 1916
Y attention was first drawn towards bats by discovering one in my bedroom, clinging to the casement curtain. I seized my tennis racquet, meaning to switch the unwelcome visitor out the open window, but as I watched the little creature I felt I could not treat it with any harshness. So I put the racquet away and took the bat in my hands and was surprised to find what an intelligent little face it possessed. At last, rather reluctantly, I watched it fly away with that peculiar darting, curving flight which we usually associate with a butterfly and which appears so aimless.