Caught in a PBS Nature program on the world’s ugliest animals, a reference to batting ‘hunting for bats’ (parallel to fishing). Nice verbing by bat-fanciers.
And in another context, having to do with a bat-hunting cat:
I’m not keen on the idea of her killing the bats, despite what our local vet said about them. They are small mostly inoffensive, mostly because they will insist on rousting in between the window and the shutters and they have this rather unfriendly habit of defecating all over the windowsill. Anyway the point of this blog is the document the fact that as a result of her night time batting adventures I decided to vaccinate her against rabies. (link)
And now I can’t get Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland out of my head:
But do cats eat bats, I wonder?’ And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, ‘Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and sometimes, ‘Do bats eat cats?’ for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it.