Note to self: Do not leave doors open in Australia

4:00 am: What was that?? I swear I heard a loud clanging noise at the end of the bed. Must have just been dreaming.

4:03 am: Water glass has just inexplicably fallen off my bedside table. I guess my pillow must have knocked it off since it was right next to my head (keep that fact in mind).

4:05 am: Scamper, scamper, scamper. What the ... ??? Upon turning light on I discover that my extra pillow that is on the floor (again, pretty much right next to my head give platform nature of bed which is low to the ground) now has pellets on it and a big wet spot. Something has pooped and peed on my pillow. Of course, Pete is still completely asleep through all of this and now has to get up and start searching for creature. I am gone.

4:15 am: I am now sleeping (yeah right) on the couch downstairs having listened to the ensuing scuffle above my head as Pete ushered a possum onto the patio with a broom. Pillow is now in garbage and screen doors are on order.

Members of the Zarutsky family will know that this story has ensured that my sister Sandie is unlikely to visit us in Australia.

Pics here include photographic proof of pillow defilement and a gift from Abbey (yes, that says "Possum House")