277. Creepy-crawlies

 The high pitched scream went on. A long uninterrupted howl in the sunny early evening air, preventing us from speaking to each over and cutting through the pastoral charm of the scene. Someone had to do something.

'There must be some kind of beasties up there. Did you not go through the rooms to check?'

'We did. We did not see anything.' Both men for once in complete agreement, nodding heads and approving looks.

Some stamping was now added to the screaming. Baby behaving as a Baby and having a tantrum. 

'What's all the fuss about? They're just a few spiders up there!' 

Both men in agreement again. Both men somehow not courageous enough to go and face the danger. Someone had to go. I made my way across the garden and into the house and up the stairs and into the first bedroom. Baby was sitting on the top bunk, surrendering the bed to her brother without even a hint of a fight. Her arms were hugging her knees, a shaky finger pointing at the scene of horror.

'Look! There! On the window sill!'

I turned my head to the window and saw what was causing the screaming. A black column of tiny winged insects running up and down along the window frame and along the skirting boards, seemingly determined and having a true purpose in life yet to us they just seemed like mad creatures running around in all directions just to annoy us. Courageous Perfect Mother Me walked up to the window, moved the curtain and observed the enemy. They looked like weird flies, skinny with wings and others looked like fat ants, some with wings, some without. A weird bunch.

'Come down and eat, I have exactly the stuff to get rid of them. I'll take care of that!'