SUP VIEWER?! So yeah my house mates and I moved in to this brand new house late last year. Let’s just call one house mate ‘HM1′ (house mate 1) and ‘HM12′ because house mate 2 is also number 1 in terms of awesomeness.

Any who the house is pretty sweet though after time we’ve noticed some things that bother us. Tiles not following the same pattern, cheap light-switches, random piece of wood and metal. Probably the worst thing however is the giant mother fucking hole above the fridge (that a builder happily left an empty V can in). Now we tended to just laugh at this hole because it was so odd, hell we sometimes embraced it because the extractor fan would blow smells from the bathroom to the kitchen hilariously!
Except one night. Now HM12 works night shift so I’m pretty used to waking up in the night and going back to sleep. Plus we live right near some train tracks – so there’s that. Around 2AM or something I heard a bang and a can being dropped. Now ordinarily I’d get up and investigate but HM12 had also just recently decided to start practicing cup flipping late at night for some reason. So I went back to sleep.
I was then woken at 4AM by HM1 and HM12 who told me there was a possum in the house. I went down stairs to check where they said it was and couldn’t find it. What I did find however was possum shit and piss everywhere. Including upstairs. This little bastard had come through the hole in the kitchen above the fridge! So we blocked in where the possum supposedly was and I said I’d look into it after I get some more sleep.

So once I gets me some sleep I go hunting for possum cages and tell the Real Estate we need a possum dude to come out. He comes around later that day after I’ve cleaned up all the shit and has a look under the counter. We try various things to get it out, including sticking my mobile in the hole and a snake cam to no avail. We decide it must have escaped somehow and he goes to leave.
It’s as he’s leaving though I notice he awkwardly spots the picture we have above the front door that I gave HM12 as an awesome gift. He looks at the photo and then awkwardly at me as if he has suddenly recognised me and that inviting him over for the mystery possum was actually a trick to rape him.

I started to question my house mates and their insanity. Had they secretly been running around the house at 2AM throwing shit everywhere?
That was until the next night when my house mate tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to turn around.

Bastard returned! Even came up stairs to creepily watch me as I did stuff on the computer! Long story short because this is already a bloody long blog post – HM1 and I captured him and finally got rid of him. We’ve patched the outside of the house but we still have a massive hole above the fridge.