Linda paused.
It was a bat. A small brown bat. It was huffing heavily amongst two cracked terracotta potters that once held fledgling tomato vines, The combination of the broken pots and the bat, whose eyes were closed, but was still breathing made Linda blink. 'Just what in the world? whoever heard of a bat in suburbia?'
True, Linda did live in a suburban sprawl, yet as it was one of the newest developments in the area, her apartment was on the outskirts and close to the borders of a very wild and blissfully undeveloped escarpment.
Linda paused and went through all the things in her mind she thought she should be doing. If she remembered her biology correctly, she shouldn't be touching it in case of rabies, and all sorts of other things she supposed. Still, it seemed rather small. Perhaps it was a baby as well? She knew from a friend that she shouldn't touch it anyway, lest the beast's mother reject it as her friend's kitten had been.
"Well, I can't just leave it here." said Linda. She knew enough about human first aid, to check for breaks and such, but she figured all she needed was a little google and she could probably help the poor thing. She walked back inside for a moment to think. It only took a moment.
After gathering some tools, first aid items, a shoe box and an old scarf, Linda donned her gardening gloves and went straight back outside to collect the poor creature. She would call Animal Control in the morning, but first she would make sure the poor thing survived the night.