Yup. The roof men have been. The roof is sealed and we have two blissfully slumbering possums trapped inside the roof. Its going to be an interesting evening.
Hubby and I are armed with apple slices and a possum trap (just a cage they go into and can't get out of) and two possum boxes waiting in nearby trees, all cosy and ready to go. The only thing we need to do is get cranky possums into trap and thence to garden. We are quite nervous. Actually I'm not, but hubby is. He's envisaging scenes aka the end of 1984 (ie his head being attacked by possums).
I'm planning on watching events unfold from the safety of the couch.
Shall let you know how it goes.