Yep, the fear is still with me, and tonight I was evicted out of the conservatory to the hall waiting for Hubby’s return from walking the dog.
I can usually cope with one.
But not two.
And they were big suckers.
Probably a matching pair as opposed to a mating pair as they were the same size.
So when Hubby came back, he came in armed with his weaponry and of course they’d scarpered.
I tentatively returned to my seat, rather nervous as I was barefoot, and sat down to continue posting.
Out of the corner of my eye, they were teasing me. My breathing got faster.
Hubby got rid of one, and the other disappeared under the settee.
I feel such a wuss.
But there you go (or they did).