I was lying in bed with just the laptop for light and I thought I heard and saw an empty crisp packet rustle and float to the foot of the bed. Just my imagination
Then I saw a fricking beat the size of a bourbon biscuit with antennae 4 inches long sitting next to me.
I screamed and leaped out of bed, called for dh, and it flew in to the kids' room under the bunk bed. We can hardly spray Mortein over our sleeping angels and the bloody thing won't come out to be beaten with a rolled up newspaper, although it was such a glossy robust specimen I think it would need beating with an axe handle.
It's the heat. Makes them very social.
Feck.