‘night Darksheare. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.
I’m back.
It wasn’t so much bedbugs biting as the bed itself!
It was a terrible fight, the bed thrashing and snapping wildly, me wielding my crowbar in a valiant defense attampt.
Then the bed sprang a new horror on me, it used the sheets as tendrils to snare me and drag me into the foam and spring lined maw!
I was caught!
My missus was no help at all, she merely stood there with her hands on her hips saying, “You are just so hopeless.”
Once the cat was flushed out of the blankets, the bed settled down and I could lay down.