In around 1962, when CB radios were still used for necessary communications and not toys (Tea-un-FOE-wur, good buddy, etc.), my mom and I used them to keep track of each other in our photography and journalism travels. One evening, around dusk, Mom was driving our Falcon, headed for home, and I was following in a car borrowed from my uncle.
For the mile or so from town to the turnoff to our farm, I kept peering at what appeared to be a black piece of paper impaled on the long CB "whip" which had lost its button on the tip. As we made the turn onto the shaled, rural road, I realized that the "paper" was alive. I honked for her to stop, but she, thinking I was just playing around, waved happily and kept going. When we pulled into our yard a mile later. I pulled alongside, got out and made for the antenna.
I had decided it must be a bird, caught somehow by a wing. But, instead, two little bright eyes stared at me and two little ears flicked when I spoke. The tiny mouth opened and rows of sharp teeth told me it would protect itself as best it could.
The little bat had probably been chasing bugs under a street light when it dived and the antenna ran through its webbed wing. We didn't know quite what to do, in light of statistics which indicated that some huge percentage of bats in that area carried rabies.
I finally got some heavy gloves that I wore when fixing barbed wire fencing, pulled the antenna over and gently eased the little bat along the metal rod to the tip. When it was freed, it sat on my gloved hand and regarded me. I regarded it. Mom regarded both of us from inside the car, with windows rolled up, and admonishing that it would get in my hair and make me crazy (explains a lot, doesn't it).
The creature tested its injured wing, realized it was usable and quickly rose in the air. Making little squeaks, it circled twice, swooped by my head, then left in a straight line for town, where it had been snagged.
It never offered to bite, but was totally still until freed. I've had a fondness for bats since then, but do keep in mind the statistics about rabies, especially as this summer a child was bitten by a rabid bat only a few streets away from my house.