Wildlife central

Himself was going to do a run to the tip with all sorts of rubbish from the garden. "You could take these wee black trays," says I.

He held them sideways to let water drain off then suddenly he threw the pile to the ground.

Further investigation by the laughing audience, i.e. me, found hunners* of assorted creatures.

"They crawl out the boot and attack you in the car when you least expect it," he said trying to get back a bit of decorum by scaring me!

*hunners = uncountable number, in Glaswegian.