People over here always ask about the funny “creatures” and “wee beasties” from Australia. Where to begin?
There were possums holding running races in our roof each night, kamikaze magpies, lambs who followed us to school one day, spiders in the shower, and a big brown snake curled up on the front doormat as I was about to step outside one summer morning.
And of course there were mice. One day the vacuum cleaner died, so we brought in the “spare” from the garage. We switched it on and a dozen mice shot out of the hose, a wheeling squealing blur of tiny tails and feet.
“Secure all exits!”, hollered The Mothership, and we ran around uselessly with rolled-up newspapers.
There were further dangers lurking in the garage. We had a huge metal garbage bin filled with dry dog food. Once I noticed the lid was ajar, so I went over to investigate. The bin began to rattle and growl. Inside was Agro, the most temperamental of our sheepdogs, his scrawny body curled around the circumference. Clearly he did not want to share with his colleagues. In the end Rhi and I had to lift him out of there with some golf clubs, all snarling and coated in red dog food dust.