There have been Bees. They're a bit of a nuisance when they get upset about the way out being blocked by invisible hard stuff, but a little patience in opening windows and doors and flapping gently at them has usually sorted it. They didn't seem to be originating from inside the house.
This morning a very bouncy old gentleman turned up at the door, introduced himself as Damien's Uncle, and asked to borrow scissors. The bee's nest is in the house opposite; he'd been trying to get them out with no luck, and wanted to cut up some sacking to make smoke. He happily said he'd never done anything with bees before. I asked if he didn't have protective clothing, or at least a mask, and he said funny his wife had said the same thing, but no, he was going to make the attempt without safety.
Apart from the bees and the emerald beetles (found another one in the livingroom yesterday) and the bats, there may be other things upstairs. Last night there were scuffling sounds and a couple of crashes and some muffled snarls. Bats don't do that. I haven't been to look yet. Maybe I'll leave it for M. Moreau the plumber who is starting on the pipework for the shower-room tomorrow.
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