I mentioned in Chat that I would tell you about what happened last night. 
OH was downstairs watching the news, and I was in bed reading. I was suddenly distracted from my Kindle by a very, very large insect that looked as though it had been dreamed up by an alien force. It was flying near the ceiling, wings flapping madly and it didn't look very friendly. At first I thought it was a small bird (it really was BIG!), it wasn't the right shape or size for a hornet, thank goodness, and it wasn't buzzing.
No idea what it was or more importantly how I was going to persuade it not to share our bedroom for the night. It settled on the top of the wardrobe and I hoped it might be one of those moths that can keep perfectly still for hours. I got up and opened the curtains praying it might see sense and fly out of the open window. Then I thought what if it's got dozens of friends out there who might want to join it. EEEK Window hastily closed.
Loyal, brave Eva had by this time scurried downstairs to safety. Thanks Eva!
While I was considering what to do next, it took off and started circling the bedroom again, like an alien sinister drone. Obviously bored by now with our bedroom ceiling it landed on a wall. The one the bed headboard is on. Suddenly it just dropped down behind the headboard. I wasn't prepared to share the bedroom with this monster, and I certainly didn't want it sharing my pillow, thank you. I turned our bedside lights off and shone a torch down the back to the headboard. Nothing. So was it under the bed, resting ready to attack us during the night. Torn between wanting to see where it was, and wanting human support, I went downstairs to summon OH. He was convinced it was a hornet. Nothing else leaves me a drivelling, helpless wreck.
We pulled the bed out. Nothing. Well, dog hairs, dust and cobwebs actually. No alien insects.
I was only slightly reassured, but I was tired and I hoped the thing had made its escape while I was downstairs. I was still telling myself it was safe to sleep when OH came to bed. He decided to re-arrange his pillows, socks in hand to take them to the laundry bin when he paused, smiled and leant over to the middle of the bed, gently scooping up the invader in a sock and releasing it back into the wild.
Phew, what a relief, my hero.
We still don't know what it was. Definitely not a hornet, but it had a hard wing case and was black with no markings we could distinguish.
OH was downstairs watching the news, and I was in bed reading. I was suddenly distracted from my Kindle by a very, very large insect that looked as though it had been dreamed up by an alien force. It was flying near the ceiling, wings flapping madly and it didn't look very friendly. At first I thought it was a small bird (it really was BIG!), it wasn't the right shape or size for a hornet, thank goodness, and it wasn't buzzing.
No idea what it was or more importantly how I was going to persuade it not to share our bedroom for the night. It settled on the top of the wardrobe and I hoped it might be one of those moths that can keep perfectly still for hours. I got up and opened the curtains praying it might see sense and fly out of the open window. Then I thought what if it's got dozens of friends out there who might want to join it. EEEK Window hastily closed.
Loyal, brave Eva had by this time scurried downstairs to safety. Thanks Eva!
While I was considering what to do next, it took off and started circling the bedroom again, like an alien sinister drone. Obviously bored by now with our bedroom ceiling it landed on a wall. The one the bed headboard is on. Suddenly it just dropped down behind the headboard. I wasn't prepared to share the bedroom with this monster, and I certainly didn't want it sharing my pillow, thank you. I turned our bedside lights off and shone a torch down the back to the headboard. Nothing. So was it under the bed, resting ready to attack us during the night. Torn between wanting to see where it was, and wanting human support, I went downstairs to summon OH. He was convinced it was a hornet. Nothing else leaves me a drivelling, helpless wreck.
We pulled the bed out. Nothing. Well, dog hairs, dust and cobwebs actually. No alien insects.
I was only slightly reassured, but I was tired and I hoped the thing had made its escape while I was downstairs. I was still telling myself it was safe to sleep when OH came to bed. He decided to re-arrange his pillows, socks in hand to take them to the laundry bin when he paused, smiled and leant over to the middle of the bed, gently scooping up the invader in a sock and releasing it back into the wild.
Phew, what a relief, my hero.
We still don't know what it was. Definitely not a hornet, but it had a hard wing case and was black with no markings we could distinguish.
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