It was a dark night. No moon shone through the Velux. The left side of the bed was empty. TOH was away.
Suddenly there was a crackling noise in the corner, followed by a thump. I woke, startled. Only something quite large could make such a noise.
I had already evacuated the huge spider through the window.
As I lay there wondering what had caused the noise, it happened again.
Crackle. Thump. I jumped.
Something was in the bedroom. But how had it got in? The door was closed. So were the windows.
My heart beat accelerated. I wondered whether I should put on the light, or lie quietly and hope that whatever it was would go by whatever mysterious means it had come.
I had to know what it was. Perhaps I could kill it with my Kindle.
I switched on the light.
There, in the corner of the room, were a pile of giant leaves from my Ficus Lyrata. I think the cold has got to it. Do their leaves grow back again?