Fieldset
Sleeping

There’s something chewing through the ceiling above my bed. At night I can hear it gnawing away up there. When the crunching sounds wake me up, I shine a light to see if the invader has broken through yet. Rat, bat, cat – who knows?

There’s something chewing through the ceiling above my bed. At night I can hear it gnawing away up there. When the crunching sounds wake me up, I shine a light to see if the invader has broken through yet. Rat, bat, cat – who knows?

Hopefully it isn’t big enough to break through the mosquito netting above my bed. One night I know it will land there like a furry little trapeze artist whose grip slipped, and I will see its small startled face looking down on me in the harsh glare of my headlamp. Whatever it is.

I told Eric to set some traps. Must remind kitchen staff not to cook it for lunch if it is caught.