"Our exchange to New Zealand began in spring. The
large house, huge garden, orchard, pool and spa were hidden behind fifteen feet
high hedges.
September was sunny and warm. We dug the vegetable patch and
planted lettuce, beans, peas, beetroot, carrots and tomatoes. Then winter
returned with heavy snow and bitter winds. It was the coldest October on
record. The poor vegetables didn't stand a chance. We inhabited only two rooms
of the house-the one with the log burner and the bedroom. Each night we moaned
and groaned in the cold and the timber framed house creaked and groaned in the
wind.
We lay in bed listening to the strange sounds with the
occasional 'what was that?' whispered into the darkness. In time the noises
became louder and more frequent. Had the cats brought in their prey? Were they
knocking things over in the chase? Was someone in the house?
Daylight showed nothing untoward, no feathers or bones. There
was nothing.
However in the pitch-black night our imaginations ran riot!
There was something! Then, one night, heavy footsteps right over our heads.
Could it be an elephant? My husband found a brush handle and hammered on the
ceiling. All went quiet for a while until... dancing footsteps this time.
Definitely an elephant having a party! Hearts racing, we hammered with the
brush again and all was quiet.
The following night when the party started, husband, armed with
torch and big stick, climbed onto a chair, opened the loft hatch and stared
straight into the huge eyes of... a possum! They stared at each other for an
eternity before it turned and ran. Which was the most frightened, man or beast?
Possums are not cute. They have sharp teeth and claws and can be very
aggressive when cornered.
Next day, my husband ventured onto the roof and patched the
possum hole. For several nights we heard scratching as it tried,
unsuccessfully, to regain entry.
As the weather improved and spring developed into a beautiful
summer we appreciated the beautiful house and gardens. We grew more vegetables,
swam in the pool (unheated) and lazed in the spa-glass of wine to hand. When
our family joined us for Christmas it was a wonderful space to have our
barbeque, relax, have fun and enjoy.
Hopefully, moving to New Zealand permanently, we shall not be
sharing our home with possums!
Pat Tetlow, near Kendal, Cumbria, UK
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