367. Flying ones

I am a little upset as last night all was quiet upstairs. Would the cute creatures have left my attic and gone somewhere? Taken to the woods or worse moved into the neighbours'attic? How could they do this to me? We got used to each other and they were good company. Now I remember that a couple of nights ago I did say to my husband in the morning.

'It sounded as if the whole family was moving out! Did you hear? Up and down the stairs, across the floorboards as if they were dragging bits of furniture or something!'

But then I had the flying ants to keep me on my toes. I was reading in bed and one flew over my page. Than an other. And another. I started screaming. Which got my husband to come up the stairs into the bedroom.

'What kind of animal now? Crawling? Flying? Jumping?'

'Flying.' 

I had got up by then and was randomly banging at the walls, the covers, the chairs, trying to kill them and saying sorry ant every time I bashed one in. There were quite tough and I only managed to make them groggy for a second and then they took off again. 

'Ouch!' I yelled. My husband has just slapped his book onto my back.

'Sorry but you've got some on your back.'

I screamed really loudly and ran all the way down the stairs - still screaming. 

Then I sat down and continued reading my book while my husband was getting rid of the nuisance. I wanted to tell him to say sorry to them because of karma and everything but I didn't because he might have given up the job.

'All done!' 

My husband shouted from upstairs. Indeed there were a lot of dead flying ants all over the carpet. He must have seen me pull a face and worrying about karma and saying sorry to so many of them because he said:

'It's OK. I'll hoover in the morning. Just turn the lights off and go to sleep.'

I did. That's when the cute animals in the attic probably decided it was safer to move out. I slept well and in the morning my first thought was that I was ready for Africa.