Never know what I’ll find in our woodland home. Opening the garage door this morning I found what seemed to be a dead Little Brown Bat, wet from last night’s rain. I picked it up on a dustpan and found it WASN’T dead, but very weak, just enough energy to raise it’s head and hiss at me. It must be ill, and there’s nothing I can do for it. I put it in the woods where it crawled under some leaves.