i met a possum
This is so epic that I had to track down a TEEN GIRL SQUAD lj icon just to post.
So I get home from work a while ago. The house is dark and quiet; mom is asleep and xeriko is upstairs in his room. I go about my business, taking off my shoes and my jewelery as I re-heat the tacos from dinner.
Munching happily on my tacos, I turn to leave the kitchen and see that there is light shining from under the door to the garage.
Hm. Someone must have left it on.
I open the door and peer into the garage. Everything seems to be fine. The electric garage door is snugly closed and all is quiet...
EXCEPT THERE'S A HUGE FREAKIN' POSSUM ON THE BACK OF THE COUCH.
He looked at me blankly, then turned and scurried into a niche on the shelf beside a speaker, his furry butt hanging out ineloquently.
My first impulse, of course, is to giggle like an idiot and go "AWWWWW!" then run upstairs to tell Michael of our guest.
We've named him Mr. George the Possum.
And he doesn't want to leave.
I've poked him, prodded him, pulled his cute widdle tail, banged around with a baseball bat, and hollered. But no, he just sits there with his butt hanging out, occasionally looking back at me with his big, black eyes as if he thinks I'm very, very stupid.
So I've just left the outer garage door open a crack and put down a bowl of cat food to lure him out. Hopefully he comes out before I go to bed, otherwise I know mom's going to get up at 4am and go out in the garage to smoke her morning cigarette only to be rudely encountered by Mr. George. I don't see that ending well.
I left a BEWARE OF POSSUM note on the door for her though, so hopefully she takes heed.
I am so ridiculously entertained.
So I get home from work a while ago. The house is dark and quiet; mom is asleep and xeriko is upstairs in his room. I go about my business, taking off my shoes and my jewelery as I re-heat the tacos from dinner.
Munching happily on my tacos, I turn to leave the kitchen and see that there is light shining from under the door to the garage.
Hm. Someone must have left it on.
I open the door and peer into the garage. Everything seems to be fine. The electric garage door is snugly closed and all is quiet...
EXCEPT THERE'S A HUGE FREAKIN' POSSUM ON THE BACK OF THE COUCH.
He looked at me blankly, then turned and scurried into a niche on the shelf beside a speaker, his furry butt hanging out ineloquently.
My first impulse, of course, is to giggle like an idiot and go "AWWWWW!" then run upstairs to tell Michael of our guest.
We've named him Mr. George the Possum.
And he doesn't want to leave.
I've poked him, prodded him, pulled his cute widdle tail, banged around with a baseball bat, and hollered. But no, he just sits there with his butt hanging out, occasionally looking back at me with his big, black eyes as if he thinks I'm very, very stupid.
So I've just left the outer garage door open a crack and put down a bowl of cat food to lure him out. Hopefully he comes out before I go to bed, otherwise I know mom's going to get up at 4am and go out in the garage to smoke her morning cigarette only to be rudely encountered by Mr. George. I don't see that ending well.
I left a BEWARE OF POSSUM note on the door for her though, so hopefully she takes heed.
I am so ridiculously entertained.