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During a really bad snowstorm in '97 my neighbor shrieked,I ran out wondering what was going on,He said a bat had flown into the hallway of our apartment building.I asked Where,I saw He was clinging to the brick wall he was no bigger than a toad.He was just a little guy.My neighbor said he was going to kill him.I said hell no,I interviened.I disconnected him from the wall,as he did these supersonic shrieks that made my ears tweak but it didn't make sounds.He didn't attempt to bite me,He couldn't ayway I was holding him with his head poking out in a washcloth.I carried him to my apartment and shut the door.On the kitchen table I laid a towel I looked at him,nothing was broken,but he was badly chilled,skinny and majorly dehydrated. So I got some crickets and mealworms,(I had some reptile residents,a bunch of fish,a rat and two cats living in my house.)I added a bit of a stawberry,I ground it all up in the pet food processor I set aside for pet stuff..I added warm water loaded the bugs into a syringe and I fed him and he was really hungry. I let him rest in my sports bra wrapped in a washcloth with his little red foxlike head poking out,where I tend to put small cold creatures rest so I can feed them and use my body heat to warm them. He lived with us a good while.I got him a cage and outfitted a covered perch for him, a water drip and I fed him bugs and fruits.
He loved when my hubby played video games he'd fly in circles around his head and land on the speakers where the noize was coming from squeaking.He'd flit over to me,sometimes he'd hang from my shoulder and look up at me upside down,or he'd hang from the back of my shirt as I did dishes or cleaned house.The cats loved him but stayed a respectful distance,flying things blow thier minds. Everytime we let him out of his cage he would test the room sounding off the walls than greet everyone in the house with a flyby squeak(even the cats and the fishtank)Than he'd perch on a favorite hanging lamp I had.I placed newspaper under it to catch his guano..He was very concientious about where he went.He never pooped on us or on anything but the paper or in a corner of his cage.
He lived with us for 3 months.When he was confused or had his claws caught in a piece of furniture he's squeak for us to get him loose. He became pretty adept at undoing things,he could let himself out of his cage but it was very difficult for him. the cage door was tied closed.
One day he got out by himself and I assume he got caught behind the wall unit. I and couldn't find him.I called,no squeaks,I was ripping apart everything.The next day,nothing,I wondered if he got outside,winter was over ..I hoped for the best. The 3rd day the cats woke me up,frantic. Dracul was in the hallway crawling twords our bedroom with his folded wings,hooking the claws in the carpet dragging himself, exhausted dehydrated and a mess.I came over,and stooped down and he looked up at me. At first I thought was he injured.I wondered if the cats got rough with him,I looked and saw the cats had not hurt him.There were no signs of injury he didn't have any weird bruising his wings were fine,he was just exhausted. So I warmed him,fed him watered him,he seemed OK all day,and he was OK as I put him in the cage that night..The next morning he was dead.
I cried my eyes out.
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