Late last night, I was tucked up in my comfy, warm bed reading Dracula after retiring for the evening.
It’s not scary, but I’d gotten to a rather poignant vampirey moment in the book when suddenly there’s the fluttering of wings against the bedroom window and there’s a very large moth bashing itself against it. Then something scuttles under the house. And seconds later, it starts to rain heavily.
So I SMS’d a few people about it before falling asleep. And I woke up without teeth marks on my neck, in case anyone was wondering.