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So I just woke up out of the dead of sleep to a high pitch, terrified SCREAM. Not just a scream, in fact, but 2 banshee screams and more of a guttal "WuuuAAahhhhAaaahhhh!!"
I awoke in bed going, 'What the hell was that? I think it was mom... What time is it? 3am. Did I really just hear someone scream or did I make it up? What the heck is going on?' I lied in bed for half a minute just listening for some sort of follow up noise: someone yelling, my dad doing... anything, a gun shot, something! Finally, I hear some rustling upstairs and the light to the stairwell is turned on (it came streaming through my side window), so I throw on some pj pants and go outside my door, figuring at the very least that A. I most likely did in fact hear my mom screaming and B. the coast must be now be clear.
I open my door and my mom says, "KENT?" and I just say, "no, it's me. Did you scream?" And my mom says yes and continues on to tell me that she's been hearing rustling noises for the last hour and she thinks it's a rat and she came out to the stairwell where she just heard it and, "AHH! There it is! I knew it! It's not a rat!"
And I look around the corner and there's a baby possum just straight chillin on our stairs.
I'm not one of those freaky possum-loving people, but, seriously, this thing was CUTE. It was just sitting there looking like a little, big baby-eyed, baby, furry thing. And my dad came from the back of the house (where he was probably playing computer games cause that's what he does when he can't sleep)and we shooed it up the stairs and out my parent's balcony door and my dad picked up the little poop pellets that it left because it was probably so terrified at my mom's screaming that it pooped it's little, fuzzy, figurative pants.
So, lessons learned at 3am:
A. I hope you never have to wake up out of the dead of sleep to someone screaming, cause it's one of the scariest things ever.
B. Baby possums are really cute.
I awoke in bed going, 'What the hell was that? I think it was mom... What time is it? 3am. Did I really just hear someone scream or did I make it up? What the heck is going on?' I lied in bed for half a minute just listening for some sort of follow up noise: someone yelling, my dad doing... anything, a gun shot, something! Finally, I hear some rustling upstairs and the light to the stairwell is turned on (it came streaming through my side window), so I throw on some pj pants and go outside my door, figuring at the very least that A. I most likely did in fact hear my mom screaming and B. the coast must be now be clear.
I open my door and my mom says, "KENT?" and I just say, "no, it's me. Did you scream?" And my mom says yes and continues on to tell me that she's been hearing rustling noises for the last hour and she thinks it's a rat and she came out to the stairwell where she just heard it and, "AHH! There it is! I knew it! It's not a rat!"
And I look around the corner and there's a baby possum just straight chillin on our stairs.
I'm not one of those freaky possum-loving people, but, seriously, this thing was CUTE. It was just sitting there looking like a little, big baby-eyed, baby, furry thing. And my dad came from the back of the house (where he was probably playing computer games cause that's what he does when he can't sleep)and we shooed it up the stairs and out my parent's balcony door and my dad picked up the little poop pellets that it left because it was probably so terrified at my mom's screaming that it pooped it's little, fuzzy, figurative pants.
So, lessons learned at 3am:
A. I hope you never have to wake up out of the dead of sleep to someone screaming, cause it's one of the scariest things ever.
B. Baby possums are really cute.