Strange overhead conversation:

Person A: is this first-hand stuff?
Person B: yes
Person A: so, erm . . . did he remove the, er, hair?
Person B: yes it was about a foot long
Person A: I guess that hasn't changed it's working status though
Person B: it hasn't helped it!
Person A: Ah well. When I got it, there were dead wood-lice inside as well
Person B: a good sign then!
Person A: yes, there's hope yet!

And then a little later . . .

Person A: shhhh, I can hear someone . . .
Person A: Granny . . . ? Is that you?
Person B: it's them
Person A: they've must have found us . . . but . . . but how?
Person A: quick, hide the animals! We can't let them see the animals.
Person A: TO THE DUNGEONS!
Person B: but they know about the dungeons. The attics. Quick, upstairs!!
Person B: Quick *****, to the attic, they're coming!
Person A: fools . . .
Person A: *****'s got a friend with him
Person B: where've you all gone? it's dark
Person A: I heard a thud upstairs . . . I think the fumigation has started . . . we might be safe for a while yet
Person B: lock the door, seal him in!
Person A: I don't think that door has remote access
Person B: well go, close it! Take the cart
Person B: he has a knife