Little Red Flying Foxes by the thousands killing trees in Ingham's Memorial Gardens have got right up local noses. 'Bats stink,' they sniff.
But an hour or two underneath them this week (wearing cheap handyman's mask) was notable for noise, not noisomeness, far less noxiousness. They squeak, squeal, squabble and squall - but they do not stink.
Certainly, trees are dying and I don't like bat splat on the Troopy.
But historically huge bat camps have come and gone. And eco-Australia needs every bat camp it's got, even if a few are in the wrong place, for now.