Hello folks who wonder if even during the best of times California is always 2 families watering their lawns away from a drought,

Note: This is a part of the series highlighting India's fascinating world of Natural History I am discovering during my trip. You don't need to like Chicken Tikka Masala and/or Mango Lassi to enjoy this post.

One thing that foreigners usually observe coming to the US of A is that the slogan "Go big or go home" applies literally to everything. Take soda cups, peoples shirt sizes in Texas, milk containers, eight lane freeways, guns, paid time off, supermarkets, redwoods and KFC chicken buckets. One thing that America does not have big of, are bats.

That's right, America does not have any megabats, only microbats. I covered their differences previously in this post. India on the other hand has megabats of a species called the "Indian flying fox". But before seeing them up close, I just managed to catch fleeting glimpses of them leaving their roosts to start their shift during dusk.

And soon I caught one landing on a tree.

These flying foxes are fruit eating bats which means we do not write thank you cards to these bats for helping us keep the mosquito and gnat population in check during summer. They forage on the same fruits that were destined to go to the supermarket so they can be considered pests in certain parts of the world. Don't worry, it won't affect your supply of Jelly Beans in the future. 

Here is one eating the fruit of a False Ashoka tree.