It'll be spiders next....

Jamie has rediscovered a toy bought for his last birthday - a strange combination of a torch, and a "minibeast chamber". Aunty Amy kindly put some batteries, and a woodlouse in it. Jamie is now fascinated by Mr Woodlouse, and insisted that Mr Woodlouse should sit with us while we ate dinner. Unfortunately, every time Mr Woodlouse stops walking around in his little plastic prison, Jamie feels the need to jiggle him until he moves again.

I fear for Mr Woodlouse's welfare.

I may stage a prison break under the cover of night.