Posh badgers round ere mind.

On my way back from the spar with milk I see a boy and his mum looking at something intently on the cemetery wall. He says "watch out mum they might be scorpions!" "They sleep in the day with their eyes open".

There's an old lady that lives facing the cemetery who leaves food out for the badgers so that she can watch them from her front room. Usually bread, this time several very pongy crustaceans. Crayfish I think.