BUG HOTEL
After a week of
unidentifiable noises from the garden shed, the hotel appeared overnight.
Word spread quickly
and the bugs moved in – slugs and snails occupied the ground floor, woodlice
and ants, beetles and flies took over the middle, and within days the top floor
housed a burgeoning colony of bees.
They crept,
scuttled and flew, mated and reproduced, and all the while Shirley lurked in
the shadows, biding her time, guarding her nest.
Then her babies
hatched – an instant army which spread, with inborn skill, a silken sheet over
the entire structure.
The bug hotel had
become a larder.
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Last week was the first time I have missed a Friday Fictioneers prompt in several years, but I have a valid excuse - we are moving! A local Trust has offered us the tenancy of a delightful terraced cottage and, having given a month's notice on the flat we've lived in for three years, we are in the throes of bringing a 170 year old property up to a livable standard. The previous tenants did some work in it, some of which is useful and some of which is unsafe.
SO we have a lot to do in a few short weeks.
This week's prompt photograph - thank you Sandra Crook for the photo and Rochelle for hosting FF - is a great template for a smaller version I plan to install in my first garden for years, but also brought to mind what I found when I tried to read the gas meter!
Meanwhile, thank you to the seven people who have bought my book Helter-Skelter so far. I have acquired one 5* review, which is a start :) Please click on the book cover at the top of this page to visit my Amazon page and buy your own copy - I have a cottage to furnish!
