This little fellow is a regular summer hunter in our house. We often find the ravaged remains of moths and we don't have any resident spiders.
No prize for guessing what inspired the common name.
A bit impatient to get the night's activities under way, he has come inside while we're still up and about with some lights on. He retires to a roost in the shadow of a roof tie beam, but finds himself caught in torch light and subject to intermittant camera flash.
He is literally shitting himself in fright. I can hear the pellets raining down on the news paper that I have judiciously placed under his roost for batty litter.
The shit is dry and unobjectionable, being composed mostly of insect scales, however the animals also piss copiously. It's greasy and best absorbed by newspaper.
Despite the camera flash he manages some grooming and sticks around for the night's hunting.
