Inside the Phoenix bat cave, where it's smelly and still a little magical for bat fans
The sound of cicadas humming gives way to high-pitched squeaking. The sky darkens. Some people settle into folding chairs and turn their heads to the sky as little black blobs shoot out of a storm drain, one by one at first, then in droves. On one side of the drain a sign says “No Trespassing” and on the other side there’s a sign with facts about Mexican free-tailed bats. The bats are visitors to Phoenix for the summertime, the season bat babies are born.
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