We had bad storms come through last night.
This morning I went out to clean up the carnage and found a little bat sunning himself on my little concrete thing under my backyard spigot. I thought he might be hurt, but he opened his wolf-like mouth as if to growl when I got near. I left him alone. He was mostly black but had a furry, orange-ish chest. I checked on him a few hours later and he had crawled between the concrete thing and the house to sleep. I just went out again (dusk) to check on him, and he was gone. That's good, it means he is out feeding.
If he comes back tomorrow, my wife and I have decided to name him. I think Die Fledermaus is a cool name. She wants to name him Baxter.
He looks something like this (not my picture):
