The possum house in the middle of the garden has, for ages, been the stopover "house" for possums in transit...
They'd stay a couple of nights, at most, and then move on...
Sometimes a possum'd stay there for three or four nights, and that's bordering on becoming an honorary permanent resident, ha ha...
Which is what happened with Susan...
She was a temporary, here and there, visitor, but once she began to extend her stays, it became obvious that "Temporary/Visitor girl possum" wasn't a really a suitable name for her, anymore, ha ha...
I told her that seeing as she was, for all intents, a permanent resident, that she could choose her own name, but it had to be relatively simple and easy to say.
So she chose Susan, ha ha.
But she's not the "Landlady", Mother possum holds that title, ha ha.
Every so often, in the morning (Which, just to confuse you, is dusk - my day is their night, but for the sake of simplicity we interchange the terms, which might not make things so simple, after all, ha ha...), Mother will get up, have a stretch, sniff the breeze, and then walk briskly over to the Honey house to poke her head round the door and harass Susan, ha ha.
"You've got to keep them in line", as Mother possum says... ha ha.
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