We arrived home yesterday after spending Christmas with the girls' grandparents, bearing a mountain of gifts (mostly for them). So far we've found two nasty surprises in the form of a giant spider and an equally giant cockroach, which was lurking in the folds of the bathmat. It doesn't take long for nature to colonise a house, even when it's only empty for a couple of days!
At least neither of those surprises was as creepy as the mummified rat which my dad discovered, oddly suspended in the bushes, in their garden. It was extremely odd. It seemed to have fallen from the sky -- or a tree? It had definitely been dead for a very long time. It's a Christmas mystery!