one morning last week my pa heard loud squeaking coming from outside. he thought perhaps it's ariel stomping around in a pair of especially squeaky shoes. but when he stuck his head over the fence he realised that the sound was in fact coming from the tree in our garden. there was great agitation among the branches. where they usual hung very still, or else swaying gently, the bats were now in the middle of a mighty shouting match. the next morning, only one bat was in the tree.

a few days later, a second bat returned, and finally this morning the third one came home to roost as well.

dad: anyway, i'm glad they came back. they keep the mosquitoes down.
me: yes pa, but ours are the fruit-eating kind. you were just complaining about them leaving pits all over the garden.