Awoke 3:40am to the sounds of thumping up the back stairs and clanking on the gate.
After a few groggy seconds I realised it was ol Possum back. Previously I’d stuffed a cardboard cask box into the small hole it was using to get into the roof.
I wandered out to the lounge, stuck my head around the corner and hissed at it. Totally ignored me.
So I went back and put pants on, and gave its tail a tug like I do the cat. Totally ignored me. Completely fixated on getting its head into the hole.
It had ripped a bigger hole in the cask, and had its head shoved into it. But there just wasn’t enough room to get it’s body in.
So I went and got the dustpan brush. I tried to give it a little nudge. Totally ignored me.
I ferreted around inside looking for a spray bottle. Couldn’t find one anywhere.
Filled a coffee cup with water and doused the little bugger. The burrowing intesified.
Filled another cup and really gave it a solid dousing water all over the back steps.
Then I just got the shits and used the brush to kind of leaver it away from its grip.
We battled and tussled for a while with the brush clanking on the gate in the dark silence. Surprised that no dogs barked during the encounter.
Anyhow eventually I was able to get it to lose grip and it fell with a solid thunk on the top of the stairs. Gave me a dirty look and then SLOWLY made it’s way down the stairs and turned up the driveway.
I got back to bed at 4:20am. Yawn…
Edit: I can’t see how, but there was a breach as there is now scratching in the ceiling again. Perhaps there were 2 possums and I only dissuaded one. of them
