01/09/2026
You know what this is called? Well not what you think. In the same way a drink has different names so does this. I present to you “a s**t in the bed”.
You see it all started 4 moon cycles and 1 icy blast ago. Before even the insect wars began. There was need for light, not the first day kind of biblical light, but the kind to stop me releasing unused cuss words that may be needed for later kind of light. And so was born a led light held onto the roof with magnets and tape. And I looked around and was pleased. It performed its magic tirelessly, greeting me willingly and turning on to ensure my safety.
And then it happened.
We are in the final phase of the 4th moon - firmly preparing to pass this level of jumanji. Asleep soundly when an almighty bang rings out across the land. I lie there waiting, thinking, heart pounding - is this it - is that the effing dinosaur Goanna at my door? I am thinking all is ok when in the darkness 2 giant paws land squarely on me with a sound like “bastard get out of bed and do your job” - I look toward the ceiling and think you created a Nancy boi. I grab the torch in one hand and killing spray in the other (just brought up another 15l) and cautiously open the door. Nothing so far. If the fu$er is outside I will deal with it in the morning. The house is clear, one door to go, my faithful light has served me well in the past, I open the door….and there he is drunk as a skunk on the floor. Landed like a buttered piece of bread. The bastard it was him. And that is how a light got named - a s**t in the bed. The dead rat falling on my head is for another time.