I unaccountably seem to be inundated by wombatiana.

Yesterday I received a letter from my sister, who's moved to a cottage in the country - wombat country. She reports a W has taken up residence in the floorboards beneath her bed, where it farts audibly all night. She then claims she and her partner are going to have to get rid of the W. I've always suspected my sister to be a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic, but this takes the cake (sorry). Doesn't she realise the enormous advantage of a flatulent wombat beneath your bed? It means that you (with respect to your bedmate) can fart nocturnally, with impunity.