The reason Mrs H is "sensitive" is we built an extension with a loft, where I store a lot of bee kit eg extractor, settling tank, wax melter etc.
Well, I'd melted some wax, cleaned out the SS cyl as best I could and returned it to the loft directly above Mrs H's WFH location. Unappreciated by me was how little a bloody wax moth needs to lay hundreds of eggs!!! Well, lay it did and after the prescribed incubation period, the maggot shaped critters started to crawl thro the sunken lights dropping into the room below and as luck would have it, landing on Mrs H's keyboard whilst she was tapping away. Both in her locale and the adjoining utility!!!
I recall one rather large wriggler abseiling down its silk like thread not inches from her nose on its way south which, turned out to be a particularly bad day for me.
This went on for several weeks in parallel with my decline in life expectancy. Every morning before work could start she would inspect the room like a possessed Sgt Maj with me in tow collecting the critters for disposal. At one point it did seem to be relentless as the daily numbers did not subside for quite a while.
To rekindle these fond memories [remember, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger] by whizzing two more past her feet and then for her to stare in disbelief as they started to wriggle on the lounge carpet, likely triggered a traumatic event and flashbacks etc.
Think I've found the revolving door too now.....