Dear Kym and Shh, I had a stereotypic alienation feeling with bats until I went to Bali. There I met a baby giant bat in the moneky forest who had fallen from a skyscraping tree. The Balinese made a tree stand for it so it could hang upsidedown. One of its wings was torn. They taped it, and while it was healing took care of the baby. I gave it a piece of banana. It took it from my hand so sweetly. I now love bats. The children's award winning book, Stellaluna, is one of my favorites. But still, they need to live in their caves, not in our attics. :) J