Possums

Before we moved to Brisbane, possums were these cute little animals that you, if you are lucky, see when you go camping in the wild. Shy animals that occasionally appear at night whilst you are sitting by the campfire... Sounds lovely doesn't it?

Oh well since we moved here they have quickly gone from 'cute' to 'vermin'. We are not fans anymore - the war is on!

They exist in abundance in this town and it is a problem for lots of people (that has not cut down all trees around their house, or have no power lines going into it....)

They keep us up at night as they come onto the roof via the trees. The bad (or good part, depending on how many nights you have been sleepless) is that you are not allowed to kill them, hurt them or even catch them and remove them from the area. If you get a possum expert in they can catch them but only to release them with 25 meters of the house. What's the point of this one wonders, they will only find their way back in!!!  

Now this house had a hole in the roof so Mr and Mrs possum moved in and made babies. The babies then played hide and seek in there and mama and papa possum went out to hunt for food and came back to dinner parties. You et the picture - we could not sleep! Not only did this keep us awake, it is not healthy for the house. Hence we got a 'possum man ' in. He made sure all possums were out of the cavity and closed the holes up. Done deal one would think hey?

Now we have the poor possum family knocking on their old door all night. Seriously, it sounds like someone in prison rattling the cell door trying to get out... There is nothing we can do about this, we just have to hope that they give up or find another home....

I actually feel sorry for them. I know I should not seeing just how many times they have been inconsiderate and not been quiet after 10 pm!. However, I kind of understand – imagine you coming home to find your front door bolted!