Slowly, Linda approaches the fuzzy bundle. It looked very crumbled, but there did not appear to be anything broken that she could see. She did not know much about bat anatomy, but she poked the bat with a trowel.
It stirred,but did not open its eyes. She was not sure whether this was a good sign, but at least it meant that hopefully she could get it into the shoe box with no struggle.
She gingerly tipped the poor creature into the scarf lined box. She thought she remembered that bats liked insects, so she grabbed the flystrip she used for her box gardening(non-toxic of course), and pulled out some of the insects stuck there, as well as a cup of water and some geranium flowers, and a handful of grass.
She placed the box under a laundry basket dome in her living area, counting very much that the little bat would not be able to do much about it and hopefully not continue to injure itself in the process.
Linda then researched online as much as she could about bats. She discovered that this was most common type of bat - a brown bat or a mouse-eared bat and that it was probably very young, newly weaned from its mother. Since she had handled the thing, she suspected that it would not be able to be returned to its family.
Damn. Linda discretely phoned several veterinarian clinics gaining secret opinions. She had decided against animal control. The thing seemed fairly harmless, though unaware and did not show the signs of rabid activities as suggested by so many comic books and bad movies.
She wondered then, if the bat was as young as her research suggested, should she be feeding it warmed milk as well? She thought this couldn't hurt, but she would wait until morning to let the little guy recover.