The tree bent over further and further until it was almost formed an inverted U. And then with a crack, it snapped in half. A fuzzy football fell on the ground, looked dazed for a moment and then strolled off.
These possums have picked up where Tropical Cyclone Olga left off. Nothing can resist the rampage of the coppery poss-zillas.
* I'm becoming an insomniac.
The culprit, Poss-zilla, goes about his business of stealing cherru guavas. The fruit doesn't even get a chance to ripen before it falls prey to the rapacious marsupials.
The turn-in-the-wind first thing on Monday morning
The turn-in-the-wind on Monday afternoon, after the pademelons found it
Please, can I have some more?