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My grandmother used to have bats in the eaves of her house. (The square thingies on the ends were called batboxes) Every summer we would get a long bamboo fishing pole and stand below the batbox and whip the pole back and forth very quickly, making a high pitched whirring sound. The bats would fly right into it, rendering them unconscious. We picked up the bats and put them in a "croaker" sack then beat them om the porch floor till they were dead. If granny were still alive, I'd ask her why we did that. In retrospect, I now know that they were not only harmless, but beneficial. Maybe they caused mites or some kind of odor....I don't know.
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