Sant Joan
We did however have a house guest last night (2am). I came into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and out new friend shot across the kitchen worksurface. I thought it was someone's pet that had escaped, however, I've been informed that in the countryside it isn't unusual. What he/she was doing so close to the city centre however is anyone's guest.
R wanted me to batter it to death with the broom - as you can imagine I wasn't having it. After several attempts to capture it in a box, I gave up, as he legged it into the boxes in the storage area above the bathroom.
R. has asked me to name him, since she is convinced he will stick around. Any suggestions welcome.
I just hope he's busy catching mosquitos - that's a sure fire way to find himself in R's good books again.