We are in the middle of a massive project that sometimes we feel is defeating us but on other days we know is good and right. As tonight is bin night, we are clearing away rubbish that’s accumulated while we’ve been working. During the bagging and binning process we found this little chap who had made his home inside an empty tube of grip fill.

There is a story attached to the use of grip fill – DM got in a conversation with our boss (amazing creative genius) and was telling her that he’s committed to doing a proper job with no corner cutting. She replied that it’s not possible to renovate an old house without resorting to grip fill somewhere. “Never” he cried.

A week later, after every other, more right and proper method had failed, the grip fill came out because all other options had been exhausted. He went to work the following day and felt compelled to report his misdemeanour to the boss and her response was to laugh like a drain then say “told you so”. At least the outcome of his misery has provided shelter for a beautiful creature. Did you know they breathe through their skin?