This seems appropriate given that the new Batman movie is poised to set records this weekend:
There is nothing magical about the hunt. The farmers crash poles into the trees and bats tumble down into the waiting net in a cascade of broken foliage and flapping wings.
“It’s not hard to catch them. They just fall right out of the tree. Other times we smoke them out,” says Supan Insang, the group’s “Batcatcher-General,” who claims to have bagged as many as 200 in a single day.
But it’s slim pickings on this day, just a half dozen squealing and struggling in the mesh. He blames the presence of journalists.
At least they didn’t blame George Bush or global warming.