I'm playing a delicate game here, Dawn. I suspect OH really didn't think I was going to actually catch these babies when I told him about them. When I walked in the door and said "Look what I caught!", he nearly went through the roof.
A bit of reassurance was neccessary to convince him the house was not about to become infested with parasites and we weren't all going to catch a disease from them. The only way he wasn't going to turn me round and make me put them back, was if I promised to get them checked over and treated at the vet the next day.
OH is very tolerant of the time I spend and the trouble I go to to help the CP, but I'm pushing his limits. And he's like a lot of the population in the fact he didn't really think about ferals or know much about them.
Of course, now they've been here a few days, and he's seen the progress, and Apache went up to him and eat from his fingers, he's asking me if there's any more out there....