Why I Sometimes Hate Living In a Small Town, Part 2

[saone]

Had an odd experience this morning...

I was getting ready to go to work when Berry starts barking her head off by the backdoor. It's too early to be a delivery, or the garbagemen, so I'm thinking who the hell could be trying to visit at the unholy time of 8:45 in the morning. I go around to the side door, which is made mostly of windows, to check, and there it is... a possum... happily starting to chew on a trashbag.

Well, hell.

I just imagined how the phone call to work would sound - "Hey, P. I'm gonna be late. Sorry, but I'm being held hostage by a large, furry marsupial."

So, I open the back door just a crack, and it looks up and blinks at me. Just, blinks.

I go "Shoo shoo!" Swear to God, that's what I said. Shoo. But it got the message, and scurried off and slipped under the deck. Peachy.

At least now we know what's been getting into the garbage cans. I guess a possum is better than a raccoon.

Comments

[workingslacker.livejournal.com]

Possums are MEAN. They hiss. FYI, hitting them with brooms just make them mad. *shudders* *hugs*

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Possums are MEAN. They hiss.

The hissing doesn't worry me. It's what else they can do with their mouthes, like biting, that worries me.

hitting them with brooms just make them mad

I find that's true of most things, actually. I say most, because small children just tend to cry. ;D