the curious bat

I was driving home from my mate's house with friends at about 3am this morning. It was was like any other night: dark and cold. I spotted a bat hovering around a street lamp, hunting out the fiery white pulses of moths drawn to the artificial lighting.

I thought it was pretty amazing that the bat had taken full advantage of the scummy light pollution that we were pouring into his neighbourhood. Either it was a clever-arse mofo of a bat, or simply coincidence. Or perhaps it was (and is) pissed off at the light that forever casts an eternal sunshine upon its natural darkness but just lives with it. Come to think of it, I've never heard a bat complain. Maybe they're infact happy with the lighting, sort of seeing it as some kind of alien-built moth bait. If this is the case, how would the bat cope without that light? Has it indeed become dependant on human intervention, much like the bird that passes up on migration in favour of hanging out in your snowed-over garden, surviving on what you give him throughout the icey months of late winter?

who knows.
evidently, further research is needed.