1986, John Sherry, Maggie's FarmHe assured me that we would be batless by mid-afternoon. When I asked what would become of the bats, he got rather shifty and said that the cyanide would drive them from the house...
2010, Ann M. Jayne, Kory's Jungle (page 145)Soon the plate was full of wingless bats and batless wings. He covered the plate of broken bats and quickly unwrapped the plate of cat cookies. Snap, snap, snap went their tails. Snap, snap, snap went their legs.
