Just spent 4 hours cursing under the mattress (literally) de-infesting the bed. I have spotted Beast #2 - it's not fleas. Tiny, barely a mm long, yellow scuttler.
Moves like a grain of sand running drunkenly. |Scarpering across, naturally, the Scandi duvet that was a present from Dbro.
Nordic Serenity my arse. It's dead now, the sandy freak.
Bwa ha ha.
I don't want to go to bed, even with a mattress/bedroom hoovered to non-existence and freshly boiled sheets.
Any thoughts? Please don't post pics, I am phobic enough already. Mr C is in box, knowing he is next for the hoover that sucks you through to another universe.