I fell asleep reading last night, and stuttered awake about 3am to turn off the light. I was unnerved when I spotted that the bedroom walls and ceiling were caked in a forest of tiny - yet evil - green insects. I presumed I was hallucinating and went off to sleep.
This morning, it would seem that they were in fact very real. For reasons I can't explain they are all dead now. Maybe it was a suicide pact. In case it's still pretty revolting. The entire floor surface of my flat looks like this.
Whilst I'm more than happy to hoover the bastards up today, I can't make this part of my daily routine. Will it happen again? Why my flat? What are they? Will it be a plague of locusts tomorrow?
In other news, Dr Raj Persaud looks like he'll be struck off today for plagiarism. Just a general question - does taking someone's song and changing the words count as plagiarism?