There are two things the Socks never travel without, one is a duckdown travel pillow from Granny Goose which saves the Socks having to put their heads on lumpy pillows filled with other people's dribble and dead skin (Euw! sorry but it IS true) and the other is an instant mosinet illustrated above (picture from Mosinet's website).
The mosinet is an absolute must! It has travelled all over the world with the Socks and saved them from the narsty mossies from Greece to Australia. It is lightweight, packs flat into your case and you can put it up in less than a minute even singlehanded after 3 or 4 negronis! The double one has been stretched over various kingsized beds but still retains it's shape. When you lie inside it it is like being under a giant cheese dome and you can poke fun at all the mozzies whining around outside "You can't get us you b*st*rds!". It is the best invention ever!
The mosinet only has one possible drawback and that is when you are both zipped inside it and realise there is a spider in there with you!!!! In the ensuing panic and attempts to claw your way out of the net without undoing the side zips, the net usually collapses on top of you. A single push up will restore its shape but the spider will probably disappear in the chaos.
So the Socks are gently slumbering under the net in their trulli with the bedroom doors open to the cool night air when the Sock hears a noise from the living room like a magazine dropping on the floor! She pokes the Bedsock and says
"Wake-up I heard a noise".
The Bedsock gestures with his hand and says "Talk to my face".
"Eh? I just said wake-up I heard a noise".
"TALK TO MY FACE!"
"I AM talking to your face - THERE'S A NOISE!!!!!!"
Then the Sock realises that the Bedsock is displaying his extremely annoying talent of appearing to be awake when he is actually still fast asleep. Years ago when the Socks first moved in together Ma and Pa Sock came to stay and for some reason the Bedsock slept in a sleeping bag on the living room floor. In the morning the parents wanted to breakfast in there so the Sock went in and gave the sleeping Bedsock a nudge with her foot and in return got a scowl and a hand gesture waving her away. By this time Ma and Pa Sock had piled into the room behind her and the Sock again nudged the Bedsock was again given a dismissive hand wave. The third time the Sock gave him a kick and the usually extraordinarily polite Bedsock turned scowling at her and her parents with his hand cupped to his ear and hissed "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M ON THE F*CKING TELEPHONE!!!"
The Sock has digressed so back to the mosinet and the Bedsock finally wakes up properly, hears the rustling noise from the interior room and exits quickly from the mosinet the Sock following rapidly behind not wanting to be left in the net on her own. A gasp from the Bedsock means he has spotted the intruder. Can you guess what it is yet? There is a clue in the post title. There's a little brown rat on the table and it is difficult to say who is most shocked, the rat confronted by two naked Socks or vice versa. It's a stand off but not for long as the Sock sees something furry race out of the kitchen and under the bed. "What shall we do?" shouts the Bedsock "Put some shoes on in case it goes for your feet!" squeals the Sock.
The next half hour is spent with the Socks clad only in trainers tentatively inspecting all the places the rat could be hiding but there is no sign and it is likely the poor scared thing scarpered back out into the garden. It has been in the crisp packet but luckily doesn't appear to have found the Sock's bag of local speciality biscuits which are like the best melt in the mouth macaroons ever.