Bats in the belfry.

Well, in the kitchen pantry actually.Gabi found a tiny, little bat this morning, laying on the ground near the house where she's dogsitting.  She thought it was dead, so didn't mess with it, but when she went back to walk the dogs again about 4 hours later, it was wiggling around a bit, trying to get away from the ants that were swarming it.  So of course, she had to rescue it.  Of course.  So now, we've got a bat.  In a beetle box.  She cut the leg off a pair of old sweatpants and with some bits of wood from our overwhelming stock of beetle paraphernalia, she fashioned a little cozy bat cave, added some beetle jelly and a bottle cap of water, and put it in our kitchen pantry (a cool, dark place).  So now there's a bat in my pantry, right next to the microwave popcorn and ginger snaps.

She's actually kind of cute.  All fuzzy, with teeny, tiny bat feet.  I've never seen a bat up and personal.  But I have no idea what to do with her.  I don't know if she's just a baby and fell from her, nest (?) or if she's full grown but got hurt some how.  She's creeps around in the box, and is eating the beetle jelly.  Anyone know anything about bats?