I almost hooked a bat when I was a kid. I was standing next to my brother, fishing a deep pool while camping back in the mountains. It just after noon, and we were suprised to see a bat at all. We were even more suprised when he started making dives at my Hopper when I made false casts. He hit my fly several times, but never got hooked. I think he may have been rabid. Not only was he out in the middle of the day, but he was flying pretty erratically, too.
Life is hard. But it's a lot harder if you're stupid.