Using tennis rackets to swat butterflies
brings other applications of the racket to mind. We used
to have bats in the attic of one of our houses in Tia Juana
and in the evening the things would drop out of a slit near
the front steps on their way to hunt. One time we had a
bat in the house and Mom said that was it. I think it appeared
in my sister's room. Anyway, I got the tennis racket and
stood on the railing and swatted each bat as it dropped
out. The end of the bats.
Then my brother and I and a few of
our friends used to take rides in back in the monte behind
the camp in the evenings -- just passing time and there
used to be a fly catcher bird that we called a one-eyed-bat
that sat on the edge of the road and you could catch its
eye in the headlights of the jeep as you approached it.
The bird would fly up just as you got on top of it and lo
and behold another form of entertainment was developed where
first we tried to hit the things by sticking our legs out
of the side of the jeep as be bore down on the bird and
tried to hit it with our shoes as it lifted off, but that
was too difficult and there was some risk to leg damage
and that brings us back to the tennis racket which we used
with great success.