I wondered what you were doing last night out in the yard, barking your fluffy little head off. I went out to see what you were up to, when that horrible growling, hissing noise started. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I'm not easily spooked.
After finding the burrow (!!) last night and talking to a nice lady at one of the local wildlife sanctuaries this morning, it appears we may have a devil living in that burrow.
Now, there aren't many devils left in the wild, and they're silly little critters that don't know how to defend themselves from dogs (or cats). He won't hurt you. If you harass him he'll probably move away, and we both know there are some big scary dogs on the other side of the fence that may well hurt him, as opposed to merely yapping at him.
So please, please please, leave him alone. I'd love to have a safe little devil living under the wood pile.
Mum (yeah, the one running around the yard last night in jimjams, freezing cold, with the portable spotlight, getting the bejibbers scared out of her)