Eric came home one night holding two bats given to him by a friend. As the story was told to us, the friend who lives en brousse had used a slingshot at dusk to fell them and handed them over as a thank you for a social debt outstanding.
We fought off our general dislike of bats long enough to watch the preparation, although did not have the opportunity to partake. Eric swears it tastes like guinea fowl, in itself a more mild chicken. We think we’ll be taking his word for it.