"I'm gonna rip yer ARM off! GRR!!!

Sooty fell down the chiminey - I know because I heard the noise, and sat in front of the fireplace shining my torch up there until he fell down, a VERY angy little creature with severe "battitude" and immediately began bouncing into the curtains.

Sooty then decided to hide behind a tall corner cabinet full of china - it took a bit of swearing and a long feather duster to encourage him out and into my grasp, whereupon he (tried) to sink his teeth into my finger and refused to let go.

He squeaked, and swore and screamed and growled and called me every name under the sun, only letting go of my finger to grab another one to see if he could sink his teeth into that one instead.

Sooty was dumped in the batbox whilst a lightly nipped Kirsty went to don some gloves...

Sooty needed a bath - so cotton wool, tepid water and more swearing ensued - he was far too busy trying to CHEW through the gloves and swearing at me to be bothered by the soggy cotton wool bath and being rubbed dry with a tissue - he just never gave up biting all my fingers and clamping his teeth in to try and chew through the material!

I tried him with the pipette of sugar-water only to get it spat back at me and to be screamed at again, so we gave up on that idea. Someone so full of violent energy was certainly in no need of R&R so within 10 minutes the Bat out of Hell was on the wall under the roost - one final bite as if to say "and that's seen YOU off!" and he was off running up the wall and screaming at the other bats to let him in.

Phew.