Terry ducked into a door underneath their enclosure and Tom and Sophie followed. ‘I didn’t even realise this was here,’ Sophie said. They were in a long, dark corridor, looking into a dimly lit enclosure. Behind the glass dozens of large brown bats were flitting from side to side. ‘They look totally different from the ones we just saw,’ said Tom. ‘These don’t really look like bats at all.’ ‘Ah, that’s because when you think of bats, you think of microbats,’ said Terry. ‘These are megabats.’ ‘Megabats?’ said Tom. ‘Why haven’t I heard of megabats? They sound awesome. If I was a bat, I’d definitely be a megabat.’ ‘I think microbats sound cooler,’ said Sophie. ‘They sound like they’re tiny robots. Full of microchips.’ ‘Actually, that’s true,’ admitted Tom. ‘Can you be a microbat AND a megabat?’ Terry shook his head. ‘One or the other. Microbats are the ones we get in the UK. Small scrunched-up faces. Stubby noses. Big ears. Tend to eat insects.
