I love to watch them fly from the backyard in the late evening just before it's too dark to see them. They might not be much to look at when sitting still but on the wing they own the night sky. A top dog fighter pilot has nothing on them!
Oh you can say that again! On my first trip to Los Alamos in... Ah... The mid '70's, Mexico had forgotten their free-tailed bats were so important and began dynamiting their cave mouths, with the result that their bat population crashed, and the little moth population in NM exploded. You could barely drive down the highway without getting a goopy mess smashed all over the windshield. You could barely get into or out of your door without having those dang moths fall on you from the top of the door frame and escape into your apartment. Of course they hid inside and didn't come out until you turned out the lights to sleep. And then there was this tick... tick... tick... as those dratted moths flew into the ceiling. Ugh!