The heart attack plant

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.

Crackle. Thump.

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?

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One thought on “The heart attack plant

  1. My husband claims that one of the reasons he’ll never get a Kindle is because they’re no good for killing scorpions, not if you want to use them again anyway. I should think the same applies to things that go bump in the night.

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