I can't speak to lamb chops. My wife wouldn't go for chops -- the live version is too cute for her.
Came down to the office this a.m.; old downtown building, small town Iowa. I heard scratching in the corner. Thought: "I'll have to get mouse traps -- damn." Looked back one-half hour later to see a bat crawling around. I turn on the light. It hears me or senses motion, or light, and takes flight.
I am feeling vulnerable. There are no racquetball rackets at the office. Swatting the air with a 3-ring binder proved ineffective. With no handle-hold the binder went flying.
I took a swing with my ungloved open-hand mid-flight. Bats are very vulnerable once on the floor. I hate to destroy wildlife, but I can't have wildlife in my office.