a plague on both your houses.

I was rearranging the herb pots to a place when they will not get burnt by the hot summer sun, when out of a self-watering pot hopped one of these.  The sliding door was open so he jumped into the house! Arrgghh – someone made swift gestures with the broom and out he went again: not me I was keeping well back making distressed sounds. 




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