Last night we were subjected to this weird swarm of flying termites that pummeled our house. They flew through the bathroom window, and, in the space of about 3 minutes, they had all shed their wings and god knows where they went. Anyway.
The bathroom was suddenly filled with thousands of wings, which we had to sweep up. Apparently its a common thing. Jason swept them up and we moved on.
Fast forward to about 1am. We went bed and, thinking the kids were asleep, well, got some action.
Afterwards, I walked out to the bathroom to — um — clean up — and I hear this little voice.
“Dad did REALLY well didn’t he Mum?”
What the fuck?
“He cleaned up the moths from the bathroom”.
“Uhh, yes. Go back to sleep.”