Doug's Possum House

Put it up on the shed gable in September, half expecting nothing at all. By Christmas there were droppings on the concrete underneath like grains of black rice. That is how you know they have moved in. I go out at dusk now just to watch them leave.

We could not sit out the back past eight o'clock in January without being eaten alive. One summer after putting Nev's box up and the difference is night and day. I have not bought a can of anything since.

You feel the weight of it the second you lift it out of the carton. Proper ironbark, real bark still on it, nothing like the flimsy ply thing we bought online years ago that warped in one summer. There was a handwritten note in the box.

Bought it for Dad, who has spent about fifteen years trying to get bats into a shop-bought box and never managed it once. This one had a tenant by February. He rings me every single time he sees it come out.

My son put one of those bat detector apps on his phone and we stood out the back the first warm night after it went up. Nothing for a fortnight, then all of a sudden the screen was going mad. He has not stopped talking about it since.

Knowing the story behind it made it more than a purchase. It is the best-looking thing on our shed and it actually does something. The bottlebrush right beside it is full of birds all day and bats all night.

First proper warm evening we sat on the back step and counted six of them come out from underneath, one after the other, straight up into the sunset. My wife did not say a word for about a minute.

Put it up on the shed gable in September, half expecting nothing at all. By Christmas there were droppings on the concrete underneath like grains of black rice. That is how you know they have moved in. I go out at dusk now just to watch them leave.

We could not sit out the back past eight o'clock in January without being eaten alive. One summer after putting Nev's box up and the difference is night and day. I have not bought a can of anything since.

You feel the weight of it the second you lift it out of the carton. Proper ironbark, real bark still on it, nothing like the flimsy ply thing we bought online years ago that warped in one summer. There was a handwritten note in the box.

Bought it for Dad, who has spent about fifteen years trying to get bats into a shop-bought box and never managed it once. This one had a tenant by February. He rings me every single time he sees it come out.

My son put one of those bat detector apps on his phone and we stood out the back the first warm night after it went up. Nothing for a fortnight, then all of a sudden the screen was going mad. He has not stopped talking about it since.

Knowing the story behind it made it more than a purchase. It is the best-looking thing on our shed and it actually does something. The bottlebrush right beside it is full of birds all day and bats all night.

First proper warm evening we sat on the back step and counted six of them come out from underneath, one after the other, straight up into the sunset. My wife did not say a word for about a minute.

Put it up on the shed gable in September, half expecting nothing at all. By Christmas there were droppings on the concrete underneath like grains of black rice. That is how you know they have moved in. I go out at dusk now just to watch them leave.

We could not sit out the back past eight o'clock in January without being eaten alive. One summer after putting Nev's box up and the difference is night and day. I have not bought a can of anything since.

You feel the weight of it the second you lift it out of the carton. Proper ironbark, real bark still on it, nothing like the flimsy ply thing we bought online years ago that warped in one summer. There was a handwritten note in the box.

Bought it for Dad, who has spent about fifteen years trying to get bats into a shop-bought box and never managed it once. This one had a tenant by February. He rings me every single time he sees it come out.

My son put one of those bat detector apps on his phone and we stood out the back the first warm night after it went up. Nothing for a fortnight, then all of a sudden the screen was going mad. He has not stopped talking about it since.

Knowing the story behind it made it more than a purchase. It is the best-looking thing on our shed and it actually does something. The bottlebrush right beside it is full of birds all day and bats all night.

First proper warm evening we sat on the back step and counted six of them come out from underneath, one after the other, straight up into the sunset. My wife did not say a word for about a minute.

Put it up on the shed gable in September, half expecting nothing at all. By Christmas there were droppings on the concrete underneath like grains of black rice. That is how you know they have moved in. I go out at dusk now just to watch them leave.

We could not sit out the back past eight o'clock in January without being eaten alive. One summer after putting Nev's box up and the difference is night and day. I have not bought a can of anything since.

You feel the weight of it the second you lift it out of the carton. Proper ironbark, real bark still on it, nothing like the flimsy ply thing we bought online years ago that warped in one summer. There was a handwritten note in the box.

Bought it for Dad, who has spent about fifteen years trying to get bats into a shop-bought box and never managed it once. This one had a tenant by February. He rings me every single time he sees it come out.

My son put one of those bat detector apps on his phone and we stood out the back the first warm night after it went up. Nothing for a fortnight, then all of a sudden the screen was going mad. He has not stopped talking about it since.

Knowing the story behind it made it more than a purchase. It is the best-looking thing on our shed and it actually does something. The bottlebrush right beside it is full of birds all day and bats all night.

First proper warm evening we sat on the back step and counted six of them come out from underneath, one after the other, straight up into the sunset. My wife did not say a word for about a minute.