This morning found a bat on the roof of the Volvo. The morning’s first problem: What to do with the body. I could leave it for Susanna and take the Jeep into work. That would make tonight a little more strained at home than needed. I could leave it on the roof of the car. It would then either be left alongside the road somewhere or I would get to enjoy the look on the security guard when I drove through the gate. While potentially amusing, that didn’t seem the best plan.
The humane thing seemed to be to toss the carcass in the field next door, and allow the bat to return to dust in peace. Or relative peace as food for the small scavengers that reside in the tall grass. So, off to the workshop for gloves.
The only problem. She wasn’t actually a dead bat. Maybe almost-dead, but certainly breathing. The second problem for the morning: What to do with an almost-dead bat on the roof of the car. Again, some of the choices were clearly better than others (and I’m sure Susanna would agree that leaving her on the roof of the car was neither a smart nor nice choice).
So I slowly backed the car out of the garage; hoping that she would fly off on her own. But the nearly dead don’t fly well. At least they don’t during daylight if they are bats. So I slowly nudged her off her perch with a broom. I pushed her over the precipice, and she glided down to the driveway. Gloves back on. I gently picked her up and tossed her over the wall, where she fluttered to safety under the big thorn-bush.
Let’s hope that she was just disoriented from the sudden thunderstorm last night. Other bat carried concerns have frightening names like rabies. At least the dogs can’t get her on the other side of the wall.