Gramsci's exciting night

There was no sign of Gramsci in bed last night.  Moth slept with us, as usual, but Grammy?   

When we went into the main room this morning - chaos.  An open cupboard door; a miscellany of things on the floor (including half an old goose egg shell and some clothes pegs), and Gramsci transfixed by ... our new portable barbecue.  Eventually, we could see why ... his centipede had taken refuge inside it.  So I carried it out, and finally this emerged, rather battered and the worse for wear, but still alive, and relocated outside the garden wall.

Unfortunately, he's just - at 9.30 p.m. - alerted us to another one in Alice's study.  Sigh.  It's the monsoon rains that's stirring them up, but still ...