I fell in love with bats on a sea-kayaking trip in Gwaii Haanas National Park in 2004. My husband and I had set up our tent on a beach under a large tree, and were nestled in our sleeping bags by dusk. Suddenly, something landed on the side of the tent. After searching around the edges, a small dark silhouette found its way between our tent and the fly, and then began pushing itself frog-like over the surface eating all the mosquitoes and black flies that had accumulated there. It was a bat, and we were getting our very own late night nature show. We had inadvertently camped under a roosting site, and the dimming light and thickening mosquitoes had roused the colony to feed. We watched motionless as our new-found companion finished cleaning off our tent. It then made its way to the dangling zipper at the front door, grabbed hold with its feet, and swung upside down to hang out for a while. I barely slept that night, taking in every intricacy of its small, hairy body and delicately folded wings. Read Full Article.