I can't believe it.
I went with dad to our forest block today, with the intention of getting some fresh air after all the revision I've been doing for my NCEA Level 2 Maths exam on Monday. We were going to try and get into the native bush down in the valley so that I could take some pictures, but you know what we found there?
Possum traps. Rusty ones with these dirty great snapping jaws. They'd been put there sometime in the last two weeks, on our private land, without our permission. We didn't know they were there until dad and our dog Max just about stepped in one. If Max stood in it, it would've taken his whole paw off. If either me or dad had stood on it, it would have removed all five toes.
We found and disarmed a total of eight traps, all on the ground right on the edge of the walking track where anyone could have stood on one! The only good thing was that they were marked out with pink ribbons, so when we saw them we could use a handy Manuka pole to set them off without any injury.

I'm extremely angry.

In the end, we didn't make it to the native bush because we got lost... but that's OK. I got to stretch my legs at least.