A little while ago I blogged about whether I’d be happy about the prospect of hearing the pitter patter of little feet again in my home.
Little did I realize that the little feet would belong to a bloody great big possum.
The first time I woke up in the night to the sound of running feet I thought the kids were up in the night.
The next time I thought maybe someone was in the house – or there was a bloody ghost.
Which might have been preferable – poltergeists are easier to get rid of than possums.
And where do you think the little buggers get their hobnailed boots from?
1 comment:
...or where they learnt to tap dance!
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