I have realised in the last few weeks that BogBastard has a new game in which I'm expected to participate. If I set foot in the garden, he rushes ahead of me and crouches hidden in the bush halfway up. I am then expected to walk past the bush whistling nonchalantly, until a stone of cat launches out of the bush and pounces on my ankles.
He thought he had it made yesterday by trying a different bush, but hadn't reckoned on the plant in the way ...