I neglected to pay my phone bill this week, so can’t actually call anyone. Boy, do I feel like a retard. I have to go out now to meet a new student, but will swing by Grandma Nitti’s around 12ish. Sean, if you see this, I can meet you there or give you a call using Raibow’s phone.
The bat-fellah moved to a different corner overnight, so I guess he’s not dead. I’ll leave him at home in the dark until I know where he’s going.
I walked the path in two directions last night, and found him on the return. I guess he had some disaster which caused him to hit the ground in the 15 minutes or so before I picked him up, and was traumatised for most of the walk home. The wing won’t open under its own power, and I’m wary of pulling at it just to have a look. As I’d rather see someone with more knowledge try to fix it, my curiousity is prolly less important than his pain.
For those concerned about rabies, I saw that on the UK bat website last night (loved the page titled “bat cimes”) and had a closer look at my hand. Absolutely no sign of broken skin, so for this size of bat it’s probably safe to handle them in an emergency. He’s tiny enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I should have taken a pic just for battery9, but no sense distressing him now.