Fruity exploits of unwanted guests
I LIKED your story about glis glis (‘Is there a glis glis in your attic?’ Thursday, September 11).
As a teenager in the late 1940s I was still living at home with my parents in Chesham Bois, to where the glis glis had spread from Tring but were still so elusive that even the local pest controller rarely saw any.
One of my chores at this time of year was to pick the apples in our garden.
These would be carefully stored in the attic but all too often we would wake up in the night to what sounded like a football match overhead as the glis glis rolled the apples to one end of the roof space, stopped for a single bite out of each at half time, and then rolled them back to the other end!