Like a PP we have a bat colony in our row of farm houses.
I have an odd love/hate relationship with them.
I love them flying about at dusk outside and I can happily sit and have them flying overhead. I love watching them flit about from the living room window.
But I have a huuuge (maybe irrational) fear of anything flying around me indoors. (Moths are my most hated creature on this planet).
We often have baby bats in the house, we had the crazy David Bellamy type Bat Man round once to do a study on them and collect a few baby ones that had fallen down the chimney.
He said they usually come looking for water when a mother hasn't come back from her wanderings for food.
When we hear that there is one in the house , the latest one under my bed when we were in it, i have to leave the room until we find out if its a baby or not. If its too young to fly I am back in there and happy to help it.
But if it flies....
, I rather pathetically hide in another room and let my husband and kids get it out. I've even had to call on a neighbour before to get a flying one out of the house! I just freeze. But that's the same with birds inside. I just hate anything flying around me in an enclosed space.
Once I went upstairs without putting the light on and one swooped out of my son's bedroom and over my head. I nearly fell down the stairs running away. Causes no end of hilarity for my kids recited that story to all and sundry.
i may or may not have screamed
But, having said all that, I am fond of my bat colony and as long as they don't fly around the room I'm in we live together pretty well.