Now why would I be a grumpy bastard this morning...?

Woodland animals frolicing.
Conjours up images of cute furry animals playing, happy, fun, joyful.
"Ohhhhhhh, isn't it sweet..."

Not while in the roofspace above your head.

Not at 4:30am.
And at various times thereafter, until just before sunrise... by which time we needed to get up anyway.

Fucking possums.

I'd swear the little buggers were playing Tierce... or combat Petit Vriens...
At the very least drag racing each other along the length of the house.

Can't shoot the fuckers over here either.