I realised a spider had given birth somewhere in the bedroom when many identical sized dots began appearing around the ceiling cornice and high up on the walls. I used a chair to get closer to the dots and saw they were tiny arachnids – all replicas of one another, identical in my eye. The first day I counted and removed 8 of them – just before I myself went to sleep for the evening. The next day, I counted 17 more. After that, the number steadied off around 4 per day. Now, one or two remain in the corners.
Compost bugs have been flying around our noses and eyes for weeks now. You notice one on Monday, then two on Tuesday and so on until they are flying around your face, weightless and silent in every room of the house. You can’t see them if you look for them, but they are ever present. Although the compost bucket is emptied and cleaned, the bugs don’t seem to want to leave. I check the underside of the indoor pot plants – they don’t seem to be nesting or breeding in the saucers of water where sometimes they originate. I’m unsure as to why they’ve appeared now – in this quantity.
Whenever the temperature reaches around 34 degrees, a colony of ants appear in a single line from the north west window of the house. They march along the windowsill, above the bookshelf, over the buffet and down to the floor, following the parquetry to the crumbs directly underneath June’s high chair. They gather around a chunk of bread, or a grated slither of cheese, and feast on each morsel of food like a piglet suckling her mother – lined around the edge of the food, often drowsy and drunk with the effort of the feed.