There was a butterfly in Carluccio's the other day. It seemed quite happy: maybe it thought it was in Italy.
Rather more darkly, an article in the Observer yesterday pointed out that there has been an upsurge in the population of bedbugs, and they are particularly prevalent in the upholstery on the Central Line of London Underground.
Wouldn't'cha know it, but I was heading over to Queen Mary University that very morning, having been a guinea pig in the testing of some new guitar tech created by researchers over there, and the Central Line was the only way to get there.
'Don't sit on the seats', advised the writer.
But I did.
On the way back, a wasp in the carriage made us 50 degrees of scared. It settled on my bag and I got up to go to the doors to hoy it oot, but it flew off somewhere less harmful.
How strange to be expecting one sort of insect, but to receive a visit from another!