Showing posts with label Trouble at Possum Ranch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trouble at Possum Ranch. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Trouble with Possums

Well, anyone who’s been following my Twitter lately has seen that I’m currently fighting off a possum invasion. And by “fighting off” I mean “doing nothing to prevent it”. I think I'm going to start telling people it's an elaborate promo scheme for JA Rock's Trouble At Possum Ranch. That's plausible, right? 


A few people have asked about animal control. Now, I could hire a possum trap, but it’s after trapping them that things get tricky. Possums are a protected native species, so you can’t hurt them (and look at those cute little faces!). You also can’t relocate them more than fifty metres from where you trap them. Fifty metres? THEY COULD STILL SEE MY HOUSE FROM THERE! 

So that seems a pointless expense.




Anyway, the other day at the hardware shop I was looking at screens, thinking that I could tack it up around the shutters in my house, and damn the aesthetics. And then I remembered that possums have been known to peel back tin in order to get into roofs.

So that seems like a pointless expense as well.



At the moment, I think bribery seems like the best option. It’s worked before. In the Great Possum Invasion of 2012, after Cyclone Yasi knocked down a bunch of trees, the possums were breaking in and stealing bread and bananas and whatever they could get their clever little paws on – they can also open cupboards – I ended up leaving food outside for them. I agreed to do this, and they agreed not to break in unless I forgot. Or was late. Or they wanted something apart from bananas.

Anyway, once the trees grew back the possums went back to their old diet.



Another option, of course, is earplugs. Because here’s the thing. If the possums break in and I don’t hear it, it doesn’t count, right? Ignorance is bliss. That way, if I come out of my bedroom in the morning and there are things knocked onto the floor, I’ll just blame the cats.



Now, I don’t hate possums. I just wish they’d remember that they are outside animals. Particularly when it’s midnight, this is my bathroom, and I really, really need to pee.



I peed anyway. With a towel over my head for protection.


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Trouble At Possum Ranch

So, in addition to getting me an important collection of things for my birthday, including a macaw key chain and a diary with important things marked in it like this -- 



-- J.A. Rock also got me the best birthday present ever. And this is its cover: 


And, you guys, it was illustrated


So thanks so much to JA Rock for the best birthday present ever. And thanks to everyone who provided quotes for the inside cover -- you guys rock. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to read it again!