Sunday 1 January 2012

Jottings from the Tropics: 1 Jan 2012

And there was I thinking that I would go to sleep early on New Year’s Eve. I hadn’t considered the wildlife.

First, a fly. A fly. A. Freakin’. Fly! It was too high up on the wall to swat, so I spent quite some time trying to lure it out of the bedroom by leaving on lights in other parts of the house. When that failed, I gave up. Well, you know what they say — try once, then give it away as a bad job.

And then the possums. Up and down the damned ladder (which is bolted to the back wall) and all over the roof. (If you’ve never heard a possum walk across a tin roof, it sounds exactly like a person. Only much heavier.) Now, I can normally sleep through the racket made my perambulating possums, but last night they sounded as if they were nose-diving into it. Quite frankly, when I checked the roof this morning, I expected to find a parachutist spread-eagled on it. (I didn’t, in case you were wondering.)

If they do the same tonight, there will be words. Words!