Meet Freddo.
He is the newest resident of our balcony.
And he is a big boy. 
I’m not entirely sure when he decided to move in, but apparently one of my plant pots looked suitable enough for accommodation.
No application.
No rent.
No discussion with management.
He simply arrived and made himself comfortable. 
Living in the tropics means this happens quite regularly. You think you’re growing plants on the balcony and then discover that somebody else has decided you’re actually providing wildlife accommodation.
Freddo seems quite happy with the arrangement.
And honestly, I don’t mind.
As long as he understands that the guinea pigs, birds and plants already have seniority.
Welcome to the household, Freddo.
Stories Along the Way 