Lucyna has had a nasty experience today while washing her sheets.
I sympathize. It reminds me of the time my wife was ironing when her iron struck what she thought was a missed clothes peg but on inspection it turned out to be a large weta.
This caused total mayhem, my oldest freaked, she wouldn't today, she is studying to be a nurse and is unfazed over things that would make most of us squeamish. Times change.
Little Nadia, the nature lover wanted to keep it as a pet, an idea that came to nothing when Nik squashed it.
Still all that is nothing compared to the experience that Betty Lawrence of Invercargill had when she pulled her cracker on Christmas day.
A bad joke maybe, but no plastic novelty or paper hat.
Talking of bad Christmas cracker jokes: What do you say when the cat swallows $2?