I ran across this video at the Huffpost this morning and it reminded me of something similar that once happened to me.
When I was a little boy I found a baby bat in the yard. He was no larger than the one in the video. Of course, I brought him inside and put him in a shoe box where I made him a nice bed out of an old sock. My mom got me an eye dropper so I could feed him warm milk. My dad wanted to destroy him because bats were known carriers of rabies and he was afraid for my safety. But I wouldn't let him do it.
To be honest, I was afraid as well. Not of getting rabies, but of being bitten. For all I knew, he was a vampire bat and I could see he had sharp little teeth. Besides, bats are just scary creatures in the first place. But my sense of compassion overcame my fear and I began nursing him. I was able to get him to take the milk from the dropper and over the next week or so he grew stronger. I was esthetic that I was able to save this little creature and had become really attached and devoted to him.
Then, one day when I picked him up to feed him, he reached up with his little claws and grabbed onto my finger, just like in the movie. It so startled me that I jerked my hand away, which threw him across the room, against the wall, and killed him dead.