Our house is on a floodplain (not a floodway which is scary stuff). Therefore it has to be on a mound which is above a one in one hundred year flood (Considering records have been kept for about 100 years here, thats a real comfort... not to worry, I can swim.
The house though, on top of the mound is flat to the ground which worked so well for Don's wheelchair... no bumps.
There ia a tidal creek behind the house, which is a bit overgrown with people's offcuts from the years before... but its a creek. A bit smelly at low tide but I make sure people know its not the toilet... we have an econocycle sewage system and it works well. Also our own tank water and solar hot water...
thats not the point... I digress.
Its 90%humidity here most days of late, in summer. Its been raining almost non stop since January. Things that creep and crawl and pounce and jump and fly are searching for higher ground. Not even game to look in the shed today... it stays shut till I get the tractor slasher in to mow the 3ft high grass which hides all the snakes (no joke).
Never been bitten at 53 so no worries.
The other night about 3am I woke up to the sound of a scratching, chewing sort of noise. Turned on the lights... nothing.
Back to bed. It kept going. I figured it was outside and small so go to sleep.
When I opened the big sliding screen door (luckily I had shut the galss door... down the bottom was a hole aout as round and big as a bread and butter plate... THROUGH THE SCREEN!... all the bits of it were everywhere and the boggest rat poos or something all about.... Something was trying hard to get in... must have been awfully disappointed... a bit freaky... screen fixed and just have to hope that it learned how futile it was to chew holes in our house....
Till I got it fixed had to keep the glass door shut so none of the red bellied black snakes we have slid in as they have done...
And I love this place we found. In the early morning I walk down to the front fence for the paper about an acre, the mist lays low and the sun touches everything so gently in almost makes me cry. The old red dog just watches me after walking a bit with me... and then comes to me as I get back... he's not really up to extra walking these days. There is a peace, worth the spiders and snakes and rats... Don and I lived together in a sort of solitude which we liked, and I see no reason to change. People are for outside and that works for me.
So rat traps etc to be bought.. have to hope its not a small possum or bandicoot or some other such just desparate for a warm night.