08-28-2019, 08:06 AM
Escalada watches with consternation as the bats rapidly form a neat swarm despite emerging from different sides of the pyramid. Those aren’t regular bats, he thinks. His impression is only solidified as the bats noisily approach him. Their eyes appear to be flashing red lights. Those “bats” are, like, drones or something, Escalada realizes as they begin flapping annoyingly close to his face.
He takes off his Middlebury College baseball cap and begins swatting the bat drones with it. One “bat” gets caught in the cap, and Escalada flings the drone at the pyramid wall. It hits with a thud and falls all the way down to the ground. Now there’s a strategy, he thinks.
He begins scooping up the drones in his cap, one or two at a time, and flinging them against the wall. “Bat in hat. Bat goes splat. How ‘bout that!” Escalada chants, as if reading a storybook sarcastically. A few of the drones withstand the impact and fly back toward him, but eventually he is able to damage all of the “bats” enough that they fall down. Finally, he tosses his cap in the air and catches it with his head. “That wasn’t so bat after all!” he shouts down to the crowd.
He takes off his Middlebury College baseball cap and begins swatting the bat drones with it. One “bat” gets caught in the cap, and Escalada flings the drone at the pyramid wall. It hits with a thud and falls all the way down to the ground. Now there’s a strategy, he thinks.
He begins scooping up the drones in his cap, one or two at a time, and flinging them against the wall. “Bat in hat. Bat goes splat. How ‘bout that!” Escalada chants, as if reading a storybook sarcastically. A few of the drones withstand the impact and fly back toward him, but eventually he is able to damage all of the “bats” enough that they fall down. Finally, he tosses his cap in the air and catches it with his head. “That wasn’t so bat after all!” he shouts down to the crowd.