So there I was, happily TESing and checking out a few things. A gasping MrA turns up at the back door - with an armful of squirming, grunting, very unhappy koala. He'd been out for his late night constitutional when a woman accosted him at a traffic light governed intersection - pointed to Australia's stupidest marsupial wandering from one concrete gutter to another totally oblivious to traffic. So he gets sucked in to picking the brainless creature up - and promptly stopped any logical thought due to the onslaught of biting and scratching. Then she suggests she couldn't handle it and very kindly offered to drive him and his new worst enemy home. And we managed to find a safe and secure spot for Killer, secure only because MrA sat on top of the container. I rang the police, who gave me the number for the "Koala Hotline". Who took a while to answer their phone, said a park ranger would call. Waiting, waiting, waiting ..... At least we got a chance to bathe the bites and scratches. Eventually the ranger rings. Mainly concerned about whether the koala was injured, we thought not. So he suggested we do what he would have done in an hour's time - he was that far away. Find a gum tree and let him go. "Do you have any welding gloves?" he asks. Why, said I. Oh that's what we use when handling koalas he says. MrA gets on an old jacket and gardening gloves, puts the dimwit near the tree, lets him go - and he climbs the pergola. The ranger had stayed on the phone while all this was happening. Oh yes he says blithely. He'll stay up there till he calms down, then he'll come down, walk along the ground until he finds another "tree" to climb. He strongly endorsed our plan to get MrA to the doc first thing for a tetanus shot. So how do you plan to spend the last hour before your bedtime?