Just discovered that one of my bookshelves has been invaded by white ants,
or termites, or woodworms, or whatever they're called, and they've been in
residence for a while now. The little buggers who chew up books, walls and
furniture. ..
I have a bed that went through the same chewing. While the form of the bed
remains the same, I have a suspicion that I am :
a) Sleeping on thin air ; or
b) Sleeping on a highway and tunnel system of sorts.
The revving of engines that I hear coming from under me in the dead of
night, makes me lean towards the latter option.
I hate the buggers.
All it takes is one callous carpenter putting in untreated plywood and your
world caves in (Couldn't resist that).