This morning Wilson went round to see how the earwigs were getting on and was dismayed to find that the Folly and the Bee Hotel had been graffitied with earwig gang slogans and tags! He has reluctantly threatened to evict all the earwigs unless their teenage sons scrub off the graffiti and leave everything as good as new.
As for the woodlice, he is greatly impressed by their behaviour — they have been impeccable tenants, and since they have been homeless for some time he's decided to allow them to stay. Rent free. As they have no money.
W refused their offer of a drink and a snack, but was unable to suppress a shudder of disgust. He still won't tell me what the woodlice's dreadful secret is, but I'll get it out of him sooner or later.
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