Home Invasion

by John

We had just finished dinner and I was gathering the dishes for washing, when suddenly, very noisily, the broom cupboard door burst open, and two possums fell into our kitchen-living room area.

Possums are in most Australian roof spaces.  They are protected by law.  Not that that would make any difference to my Dr. Doolittle wife…. she actively feeds them, and they come to the broom cupboard from somewhere in the attic space, when she calls them.

But this is the first time that they have entered our living space while we were present.  I suspect that they were having a fight and fell against the broom cupboard door, then fell onto our kitchen floor.

Once before, when we away on holidays, they found their way into our pantry.  Obviously, they thought that they had gone to possum heaven, because every cardboard package had been ripped open and the nice contents were eaten.  The less nice ones were on the floor!

So why do we encourage them?  Normally they are shy and cute and timid.  They have babies.  And they keep stranger possums out of our attic, which is their territory.  And they are not dangerous.  And they are interesting.  That’s why.

So I took a video for a few minutes.  One eventually ran out of the open back door.  I decided to leave the room, because they are a bit more nervous about me, and I thought that my wife would have a better chance of coaxing them outside.

Enjoy the uncut, uncensored videos.

 

The possums are a bit nervous about me, so I went to bed, leaving my wife to cope with the problem.  I think that she sat there with the outside door open until about 2:30am.  The recalcitrant possum had climbed up the curtains onto a pelmet, and would not come down, despite tempting titbits from my wife.  At 2:30am she came to bed and left the outside door open.

I was the first one out of bed at about 7am.  No sign of any possums, even up on the pelmets.  But he/she/it had been all over the kitchen living room TV area, shitting at every step.   There was a pile of liquid crap on the pelmet.  Poor thing must have been really anxious.  I decided that Dr Doolittle could clean it up.