Having finished inking a strip last night I wandered downstairs to see if Damian wanted to pass comment on how I'd drawn his shoes. Stood on the third step from the bottle was an enormous beetle, with shiny brown wing-cases and a sort of crunchy aspect, not doing anything, just sitting there. I politely stepped round it, checked the studio, living room and kitchen. No Damian. No lights on upstairs. Just me and the giant beetle.
Fortunately, by this morning, everything was back to normal.