these are the scenes which greeted me yesterday morning, after entering my kitchen. My shock was lessened by the brief glance at such carnage a few hours earlier, when the house was rocked by a deafening explosion...of plasterboard, rat shit, two inches of leftover grub from the marsupials and rodents whose apartment level above, had suddenly been crunched into oblivion, laid to rest around my kitchen.
With oscar in my arms, i awoke sharply at 6am to the grotesque symphony of the end of the world...and knew at once what had happened. As the liklihood of one of several fucked ceilings giving up the ghost had been growing higher with each heavy rainfall we have suffered over this last year or so. This trauma came as little shock, just massive irritation.
However...I was ill-prepared for the rats, their plentiful shit, and the extreme chaos that ensues after a ceiling collapses in your kitchen...the greatest, most horrible surprise though, was the long dead possum carcass which fell with the rest of the debris. the rats must have had a hard time dragging that corpse through their one brick sized access in and out of the roof space. beligerent little tykes eh!
