I just have to share this because it has entered my mind every day for nearly a month.
On the way back to my car, there was a bat on the ground. I stopped to get a closer look. It turned it's head looked up at me and hissed. I walked on. The next morning, on my way into the office, again, I looked down and the bat was still there. I thought it might be dead. I stopped and touch him with the tip of my shoe. It turned and looked at me and hissed. I went into the building and mentiioned to the owner of the Cafe on the first floor about the bat. He acted horrified and said, something about having to kill one he found in the basement of the building. I was horrified at his actions and words....., I'm thinking a kitten with wings and he's thinking the devil.....I went on to my office.
On the way to my car that afternoon, the bat was there but dead. Very dead, and a big rock was near by.
The next morning the bat was shoved up against the building and was much smaller than before. The following day he was gone.
Should I have called animal shelter the first day I saw him?
The Cafe owner acted like he was a big bug, that could be stepped on.
I've been thinking of a way to change the way I enter the building so I don't have to walk by that spot. i don't know why it is still bothering me so much.
lisa