So this morning I woke up, to my cat climbing the curtains. So I jump up out of bed, toss my robe on and run out into the lounge….to find it’s not my cat at all. It seems somehow and someway (and this baffles me completely) a possum of all things had made it’s way inside my house and become infatuated with my curtains. Sure they’re brown, but they don’t REALLY look like trees….

So I dash over, not really sure what to do. Open the ranchslider and try to frighten the thing out. Much to my dismay, it was like a possum in the headlights. Wouldn’t bat an eyelid and was definitely not going anywhere.

My last resort, on go the dishwashing AND gardening gloves. I launch an old towel at the possum, grabbing it by the side-furs. It spasms and panics and I’m starting to wonder if I should have invested in some googles before attempting such animal control. Quickly I toss the possum, towel and all out the ranchslider onto the deck and it bolts off into the bush. With my towel no less.

Turning around I notice my audience of kitties all wide eyed in amazement – then I hear “APRIL FOOLS!”