I once rescued a bat in distress. It happened about five years ago when I was walking my dog and stepped over what I thought was a dark brown leaf. But then the leaf’s head moved.
It was August and very hot, and my heart just went out to the poor thing. I phoned a local bat rescue and although the woman at the helm was willing to take the bat, she couldn’t come out because she had to keep a 24/7-eye on a batch of baby bats. I managed to move the injured bat into a shoebox and transport it about forty-five minutes away to this woman, who lived in a house full of bats and cats. Even her license plates on her car read BATRESQ.
I learned the bat I’d rescued was approximately a two-year-old female Big Brown with a shoulder injury. I found out all kind of other tidbits about bats, such as bats eat their body weight in insects every night (lucky for us around here, since we’re swimming in mosquitoes). Also, it is a myth that bats readily carry disease. Only 1/10th of 1 percent of bats are rabid. Essentially, these guys are great for the environment.
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Ever since that day, I’ve been obsessed with these critters. I have bat shirts and jewelry, and I recently acquired my favorite purse from Goodgoth.com.
What are your feelings about bats?