Have we got a beastie!?

Just looked behind the couch and there’s a ripped up Easter egg wrapper behind there. It’s one I remember eating roughly two weeks ago, I don’t know why it didn’t end up in the bin but for whatever reason it must’ve dropped onto the floor and I’ve not tidied it up (I promise I’m not a scumbag.)

It looks like something has taken it and tried to eat it, ripping it up into small pieces, there’s a couple of patches of it. There’s also a lot of cobwebs back there!!

I’ve not seen any mouse droppings, smelt anything (like rat p!ss) nor have I heard anything scratching about.

Would a house spider have a go at a foil wrapper!?

FYI – it was a lindt gold bunny, it was pretty nice.

I can’t help but hear that title in Billy Connolly’s voice.

It’s april, the start of midgie season, have you perhaps left a window open and let one in?

could be a honey badger

Midgies are deadlier than honey badgers any day of the week.

a honey badger can kill you.

a midgie can make you want to kill yourself.

*wipes chocolate from lips*

FYI – it was a lindt gold bunny, it was pretty nice.

Did you bite its eyes out and scream “stop staring at me!”

Sounds like whatever it was it’s shredded your easter egg wrapper to make a nest for it’s ’00’s of baby beasties.

Sorry can’t help.  But I had a dream last night that the R/H corner of my bed was pushed up against the wall and concealed an infestation of mouse-rat hybrids.  They seemed friendly so I treated us all to a game of Nerf-pong, as I somehow had at my disposal a Nerf-gun that fired soft 🏀 🏀 🏀 🏀 s.  The mouserats would anticipate the approaching ball and then run to the window before returning to the corner of the bed for another go.

It gets tiresome, I can tell you.

The better half saw a mouse under the kitchen sink last week. No other signs of incursion.

I realise this doesn’t answer your question OP, but I feel it’s an anecdote in keeping with the spirit of the thread.

Carry on, as you were.

I have vague childhood memories of seeing a mouse on the stair.

A little mouse with clogs on. It may have been going clip-clippity-clop.

This was in a windmill in old Amsterdam.

Where on the stair?

Right there!

Giant woodlouse perhaps?