I found one between my two pillows when I made the bed the other morning. It wasn't a large one but was quite sturdy. It looked at me as if to say "Ha ha, I've been there all night and you didn't suspect a thing".
Luckily I managed to drop it through the window on to some foliage.
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother
What's going on , on the street outside your home right now?



