It’s never a good sign to hear rampant screaming at The Towers, especially when it’s coming from the bedroom and when it’s Darrell who’s doing the said screaming!
I found Darrell, almost apoplectic, after turning down the duvet to find that, and I quote “….. we’d been taken over by a plague of caterpillars of biblical size and number” - Darrell not being a stranger to the slight exaggeration.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, to calm down and take another look at what he’d “discovered” betwixt the sheets, as Nigel had now entered the room and was helpless with laughter ……. something was definitely afoot ……..
And when he finally managed to catch his breath, Nigel confessed to spotting a caterpillar tree up the road and had thought that putting a few in Darrell’s bed would be a brilliant trick to play with Darrell not being particularly keen on creatures of a wiggly type nature ………
I despair ……… poor Darrell, I don’t think he will ever be quite the same again!!