'Possums...
Apr. 30th, 2004 05:36 amGood lord. I was just fixing my cheerios and yogurt, waiting for the coffee to finish, when I hear my dad call me. A little alarmed, because on my dock days, I'm usually the only one up at 4:40 am, I went in the living room to see why he was up.
"I think we'd better make sure the patio door is closed."
We often leave it ajar for the cats, and little kids will leave it standing wide open quite often too.
There in his hand, wrapped up in a T-shirt, was a small Didelphis virginiana, glaring at me with its mouth agape.
"That's the second one, too!" he told me. "I caught one in the bathroom at about 2:30 and put it outside. This one woke me up climbing around and knocking stuff off my bookcase."
Apparently Goldie, my grandmother's shy calico, was no help. When she saw the first one, she jumped in the tub and hid.
Ah well, I need to get dressed and head to work. Those boats wait for no woman.