I hate bats.
Many many many years ago my best friend was a "bat rescuer" for baby bats who's mothers had been killed. She would adopt them for a few months and teach them to fly
yes they had to learn (from the clothes line).. Its alot of work as they need cleaning 4 times a day and they need feeding every three hours, etc. and they stink.
This was well before we learnt that they carried the virus that transmits to horses as the Hendra Virus and then to humans and kills them.
One day she was driving down the freeway to visit me and a very very serious accident happened beside her... it was nasty and she helped the victim who was bleeding badly until the fire and ambulance could get to them and cut them out..
When she arrived at my house she was covered in blood and drenched from the rain and suddenly it hit her and she became very shaky and crying. The baby bat was in a box in her arms. I hurried her into a hot shower and got her fresh clothes and made her tea and put her to bed. THEN she reminded me that the bat (Cricket his name was
) needed bathing and feeding.
But you do what you have to....
... in the box was the ripped sweater she wore so he could hang off her as she went about her day. So I wore the damned sweater, I bathed the bat, I fed the bat and took her tea in bed with it hanging off my chest all day
YUCK! He was a cute little thing.
But I still hate bats... we have a major colony about a mile from us (downwind thank GODS!) and they take off in clouds! When I am walking up from the car from the driveway at night one is usually resting in a tree and it FLAPS OFF two inches about my head in the dark! Scares the s**t out of me everytime! Our bats are really big.
Just keep swimming... just keep swimming.. just keep swimming....