I think your local wildlife can be no more suicidal than the denizens of Bicestershire and its environs. I have never seen so many dead animals in my life as I have in the three years since we moved here. "You'll love living in the country, Hilary!" Er ...

It may be mozzies* that have given me my current attractive scarlet choker, in which case I fear that my days of sympathy for every living thing have, at the very least, come to a middle.


* or anorexic vampires.