When I was in 7th. grade, I bought a bat (with my lunch money) a kid found on the side of road. I took it home and put it in a little cage I had for lizards. My mom ratted on me and the bat was taken and tested for rabies, which involves killing it. Turns out it tested positive for TB. Well guess who then had to be tested?
yup, yours truly. I was fine. I don’t know what happened to me after that.