I had one off a mate a few years back.His young daughter handled the kits everyday.I had one off him.The day after i had it the bloody thing was like a Tigress.Flying from the back of the hutch at me.I couldn't handle it.My mate wouldn't believe me so he came over to see.He couldn't handle it either.Sadly only one option remained.it was pts.Another mate has two now.The jill is a treasure to handle.But the Hob skulks in the hutch if it doesn't recognise you.He is fine with my mate though.