In a place where I once lived, I found a bat on the back steps to my kitchen. I looked shriveled and dead. I poked at it gently and nothing happened. Then I left it for a few hours just to make sure. When I came back to pick up the bat I took for dead, the poor animal woke up (?) and screamed at me while flashing its bat teeth. To make matters worse, it next flew into my kitchen, because I hadn't closed the door behind me. I tried to get the bat out by opening all the windows but they must have been to narrow for sonar. After two hours of bat and human panic, the bat collapsed, and I could finally bring it outside where it shortly after flew off into the night. Every time I see or hear the word "bat", the memories of this incident return vividly. I bet the bat feels the same way when it encounters humans.