Probably the most vicious piece of furniture you can deal with is the sofa-bed combo. Sure, there’s furnishings that are heavier, there’s some that are more awkward, but none of them beat the sofa-bed for sheer devious design. In the first place, it’s built to fold out into a full bed. That means if you pick it up and tilt it in any way, it tried to unfold like a manic Transformers robot, Couchtron, flipping and flopping out to fill any dimension it can. With a will of its own, it expands at the worst possible times, such as when two people are trying to get it upstairs.

But then, you’d have to be pretty devious to come up with a sofa-bed in the first place. Typical for dual-purpose furniture, it makes neither a very comfortable couch nor a particularly restful bed. Then to do this, it requires the space of a couch and enough spring-loaded folded metal inside to make a whole new house, if you go by weight.

Recliner chairs are another kind of furniture that’s prone to attack when provoked. Starting from their basic shape, the foot-rest flips out and the back leans out in the other direction. Usually this action is controlled by some kind of level mechanism mounted on the side, so you think you can wrestle the chair around without too much trouble. But you weren’t taking into account the corner you’re going to have to turn, where that level is a hair-trigger bringer of disaster, just waiting for a light bump to send the chair’s foot-rest through the wall.

Some furniture, rather than attack you, prefers to commit suicide instead. It is amazing how an apparently sturdy table, desk, or set of shelves will stand for years without an issue, yet collapse like wet lettuce once you try to move it. Of course, when it chooses its time to go, it will try to take out as many other pieces of furniture with it as it can. There’s usually a good opportunity when it’s sitting in the row behind the moving van. With the right timing, it can collapse and take out two lamps and a china cabinet.

Some furniture items have the natural defense of appearing to be cooperative, while actually possessing cunning skills that help it escape. For instance, you think that a bean bag chair can be comfortably slung over the top of everything else, after the truck is loaded. And it can, but it’s not going to stay there. Like a living blob, it will slowly shift and ooze off the top of the credenza, always seeking the lowest ground. You think this is a fluke, so you grab it and throw it back up there again. And it will find another way to tumble back down. No, it is not your imagination: it really is laughing at you.

Some items are a disaster to move only if they get spilled. In this age of electronic entertainment, I have acquired a Go board - that’s that Japanese game with the black and white round pieces on the wooden board with a grid that you see in movies like “A Beautiful Mind”. Well, more so than checkers or chess pieces, a bowl of Go pieces will evade every attempt to corral them should they be spilled. They bounce, roll, skitter, and slide, and their squashed-sphere shape gives them the unique ability to roll in the path of any Bezier curve you could draw, guaranteeing that they’ll find their way under the fridge, behind the entertainment center, and through the heating vent.

The obvious killers are the large appliances. Not only are washers and dryers both heavy and awkward to transport, but a washing machine just doesn’t seem to ever settle in after it’s been moved to a new place. The floor never seems to match up with its feet, and it will therefore gallop along the floor whenever it hits the spin cycle. You can wedge little pieces of paper under one leg or another - this is what junk mail is for - but to no avail; the best you can do is change the direction of its next journey. Just be glad it can’t figure out how to drive the car, or it would make a clean escape with your credit card.

Maybe we can get a few documentaries made to sell on late night TV. Because there’s horror and mayhem - when furniture attacks!

We have either depots or start points in the following places, so when you book a move on an hourly rate be sure to inform us of the start point.

• Tweed Heads
• Pottsville
• Nerang
• Molendinar
• Logan

Hourly Rates are based on starting and finishing at the same depot.

Large Truck and 2 removalists $99.00 per hour minimum 3 hours

Small Truck and 2 removalists $88.00 per hour minimum 3 hours

Extra Man $30.00 per hour

The desert was fun for us. In the States, we moved to a quiet little town in Arizona. We hardly had an issue. There was the occasional scorpion or tarantula that found its way into our mobile home, but nothing else major. Lucky I had better sense than to try to catch a roadrunner. I saw plenty of other folks who were only too happy to make a fool of themselves this way, and I can attest that roadrunners have a sense of humor and deliberately run around in circles to make you dizzy.

But when I moved to the mid-western plains of Iowa, that was a different story. The area is positively teeming with life, and we have a pretty rural area, so anything and everything is at least coming up to our porch and likely as not coming right inside.

Probably the most disturbing was the centipede, which, dishearteningly, is called a ‘house centipede’. Yes, this huge, icky brown thing with long legs sticking out all over actually prefers your basement. Forget anything you’ve seen in cartoons; a house centipede looks just like the baby face-hugger monster from the original ‘Alien’ movie - the one that attacked Kane. They move that fast, too. When you encounter your first house centipede, you will likely be sitting there stewing at 2AM when you catch something horrible darting like lightening across the wall out of the corner of your eye - just enough to make you wonder if you imagined it. But fast and nasty enough that your first immediate instinct is “Kill it now! Before it gets to the children!”

And then you discover that these things are very good at getting away from you. After a couple hours of ransacking the basement, I gave up and forgot about it. But it didn’t forget about me. It waited, apparently tracking my movements, for two days until I came downstairs one morning, coffee cup in hand, just waking up, and then it launched itself from the ceiling rafters onto my increasingly-balding head. Two-thousandths of an ounce of enraged anthropoid attempted to devour me alive, but found my skull too hard to bite through so he dodged under my shirt instead while I simultaneously scalded myself with hot coffee, shattered my mug, screamed like a girl, and slapped myself everywhere. I got it, but I had a red bump from its bite for a souvenir which lasted two weeks. Encounter enough house centipedes, and you’ll be keeping night-watch in your basement with a flamethrower.

And then there was the bat, discovered in the yard as an apparently dead brown lump of fur. I went for the snow shovel to scoop it up and toss it, figuring it for some random woodland creature who was the half-finished meal of a stray cat. I got within one foot of it when it popped out two leathery wings and raised its head to hiss at me with a mouthful of fangs. Immediately I was ten feet away, but watching it and wondering why it didn’t take off.

After it became apparent that it wasn’t going to, I realized that it had become my problem; if anybody wanted to use this yard again, the bat would have to go. So I crept up on it and it repeated its act, and this time it flipped itself over on the ground and I beheld two silver, wriggling blobs on it’s belly. As if I wasn’t grossed out enough already! It turns out, as I retreated to the indoors and Wikipedia, that those were baby bats. It was a mommy. And bats… I still shudder with horror to think of it… lactate, so the babies stay attached to the mother and nurse its little batty nipples and drink its milk. We stayed inside. The next day, the family of three was gone. And everybody I mention this to says, “Good thing you didn’t kill it, those bats are endangered.” Yeah, and if it comes back to my yard clicking its shiny white rabid fangs at me, it can expect to be endangered a whole lot more. When is the government going to recognize my endangered status?

Most everything else we’ve met in Iowa isn’t as confrontational. Just about anything that hops, climbs, or tunnels, has fur and four legs, and is smaller than a dog has happened by. Opossums, rabbits, chipmunks, skunks, moles, mice, and squirrels. It’s the squirrels that are more unnerving, because of their intelligence. That FOX cartoon “Pinky and the Brain” has it all wrong - mice wouldn’t take over the world. Squirrels will, as soon as the time is right.

Got a bird feeder? Then you have squirrels. Put it up on a pole? They’ll climb it. Suspend it from a wire? They’ll slide to it. Put it out in the open? They’ll jump up to it. Surround it with booby traps and clever devices? They’ll outwit every one of them. We’ve been having a literal battle of wits with the squirrels, at last prompting me to get a contraption sold from the hardware store in which the bird feeder dangles from a twine which is attached to a hooked pole, and the feeder has a motor in it so that it spins faster and faster whenever anything heavier than a robin settles on it.

It was on the morning when I looked out the window to discover three squirrels working as a commando team to defeat the trap and get the seeds that I realized that squirrels will one day rule the world. One had his hind legs wrapped around the pole while he held the bird feeder steady with his front paws. A second was at the feeder furiously digging the seed out. A third was on the ground, catching all he could. The little red hooligans finished emptying the feeder and divided the pile on the ground up and scampered away, back to the tree where, I assume, they would be watching the World Series on a stolen TV and washing down their lunch with the sixpack of beer that’s disappeared out of the neighbor’s cooler.

Just be ready to adapt when the time comes, OK? Squirrels will rule the world. When they do, I hope that they can at least save us from the other creatures.

They will include all start point as well, you will be able to chose one of many start points throughout the Gold Coast.

This way you only pay for the time you use, and you can reduce this time by perhaps moving smaller items yourself, and even assisting the removalists if you would like to.

Often customers only get our removalists to move the larger items, and get friends and family to come with utes and trailers for the other items.