I was woken in the middle night by a god awful noise. I mean, what even was that? Was something scratching at the roof beams? Gnawing at the foundations? Whatever it was, it sounded serious and being the light sleeper that I am, I hauled my tired ass out of bed, flicked on the torch on my phone and set out to do some early hours investigative work.
Now I shouldn't need to point out that the dogs and the husband all remained sound asleep. They were stretching and snoring and only stirring as the light swept across them in my quest to work out exactly what the hell was trying to, literally by the sounds of it, eat me out of house and home. It must have been a full 10 minutes of almost pitch black searching before I narrowed down the general direction of where the sound was coming from.
Having ruled out the ceiling and the wardrobe I bent down, closer to the floorboards. It wouldn't be the first time we had a possum under the house scratching to get inside and so I leant in, ear facing the ground ready to finally find out what was making the scraping, scratching, gnawing sound. And then I saw it. Just a slight movement at first but the more it moved the louder the crunching, grinding sound became.
Turns out it wasn't a possum trying to eat its way into or out of the house but rather Matt's ridiculously long toe nails scratching across the wooden frame of the bed as he shifted in his sleep 🤢. And for that image, you are most welcome.
It's been a week since we got back from our mini break up at Caves Beach, and aside from water pouring in through our new roof and shorting out our lights and bowing the ceiling from the weight of all the water, it has flown by. Not much adventuring has been had though, what with the pretty much constant rain. But I've really missed the nightly cacophony of dozens upon dozens of Eastern Dwarf Tree Frogs who lulled us to sleep each night, singing the song of their people.
They're really quite loud for their small size, getting to only around 2.5cm so we really had to search in the dark for them, but good lord are they gorgeous! The boys usually call during Spring and Summer so we felt very lucky to have such a choir during our stay. And of all the things to be woken up by in the night, I choose the frogs over my husband's toenails every time!
Eastern Dwarf Tree Frogs
Caves Beach
