Last night, from my porch here in Amsterdam, I took a break from my writing/deleting/wishing Trump would stop Tweeting, and watched a bat flit and flap across the sky. I got lost in a dream about how maybe he was Batman.
Maybe he was pooping and swooping towards the Red Light District, on a mission unknown to mortal humans. Maybe he’d transform before a tourist about to get steamrolled by a tram, or stabbed over a stroopwafel.
But then I thought… hang on, shouldn’t there be more than one bat?
Where are the flock? (Or is it a colony? What’s an abundance of bats called, why don’t I know this?!)
Did the brotherhood all perish, because the insects are declining?
It’s a strange thing, isn’t it, when you actually care that there aren’t as many flies, mosquitos and moths clogging up your atmosphere as there used to be? With more than 40% of insect species declining and a third endangered, these are troubling times for bats. Well, around my flat at least.
Then I started reading the Action Plan for the Conservation of All Bat Species in the European Union 2018 – 2024. I know a lot about bats now. I think they’re going to be OK. I’m not sure about the insects, I have further research to do.
I’m not sure about myself either – none of my other work is getting done.
Is this pro-batstination?
What do you find yourself dreaming about or Googling in those moments of wifi-assisted wanderlust?