The life I live is crazed
Guess what I had in my apartment late last night. Go ahead. Guess. Unless you're lynaem_88 or chaotic4life you won't get it. But guess anyway.
A possum. A big, fully grown, likely male possum. Patio door was open while Mom and I were cleaning around 2AM. We took a break and there he was when we came back. Right in front of the front door. I named him Humphrey. First thing that came to mind. Plus I love possums... when they're not wild and in my apartment and freaking out my cats at least. We got him to leave at about 5:30 this morning... We tried luring him out with food - that didn't work. Spray bottle - nope again. Cats... Oh, my sweet Mickey Rourke Bonk - never knew you were such a scaredy cat (yes, I named my cat after Mickey Rourke - got a problem with that?).
It was a sweeper brush thing Mom had just gotten that she forced him out with. No one was hurt (not even Humphrey) - just irritated, pissed off and sleep-deprived
A possum. A big, fully grown, likely male possum. Patio door was open while Mom and I were cleaning around 2AM. We took a break and there he was when we came back. Right in front of the front door. I named him Humphrey. First thing that came to mind. Plus I love possums... when they're not wild and in my apartment and freaking out my cats at least. We got him to leave at about 5:30 this morning... We tried luring him out with food - that didn't work. Spray bottle - nope again. Cats... Oh, my sweet Mickey Rourke Bonk - never knew you were such a scaredy cat (yes, I named my cat after Mickey Rourke - got a problem with that?).
It was a sweeper brush thing Mom had just gotten that she forced him out with. No one was hurt (not even Humphrey) - just irritated, pissed off and sleep-deprived