I am pretty sure that I deserve some sort of medal for bravery... last night, at three o'clock in the morning, I heard a noise in the kitchen, and I went to investigate. Straight up, no baseball bat, no torch, no dithering, I got up, put on my slippers and faced the intruder with nothing but bed hair as my weapon.
The noise wasn't just a little rodent like sound either, it was the big bold sound of a coffee mug breaking. But I obviously don't watch enough CSI, because I strode into the kitchen in my uggs, ready to bop the intruder on the head for interrupting my sleep.
And saw this little cutie sitting on top of the kitchen window. Isn't he lovely? We both sat there we two, just looking at each other for a while, before he'd had enough and hopped up onto the roof... I say hopped, but I should perhaps say struggled. Either he's eaten too many tim tams, or he'd gotten into the neighbour's home brew. He resembled a fat child trying to get over a high fence, who knows how these creatures manage to cross the high wires so gracefully.
After quite a number of attempts, he did make it off the frame eventually.