Last night when I got home there was a small black insect on the wall just above the head of my bed. I peered at it closely: it looked a little like a cross between a large ant and a small, black praying mantis*.
Anyway, I decided it looked harmless (to me) and left it alone. Had it been any kind of flyie-bitie insect, believe me, it would have been crushed mercilessly with the nearest flip flop. I’m not at all Zen when it comes to the possibility of being bitten since my skin over-reacts like a soap-opera star to insect bites. But anything which might eat a mozzie is welcome chez moi as far as I’m concerned.
So, I trundled off to have a shower. On my return, the insect was nowhere to be seen – in its place was a large and gruesome splat.
Cleaning up the apparently spontaneous splattering, it occurred to me to wonder: “What ELSE is lurking in here which can take out another predatory creature so completely and without leaving a trace of its presence? And what if its now IN MY BED??”
I should have called Grisholm. As it was, I squealed like a girl (which is okay, because I am a girl) then virtually dismantled the entire bed and boiled all the bedding, just in case. Didn’t find a thing. Weird.
*Turns out I wasn’t far wrong, which is gratifying; some mantis species apparently mimic ants in their nymph phase. This is what it looked like. I’ll spare you a photo of the splat, although it was impressive.