There’s a What? Where?!?
About 2 weeks ago, my Beloved came to bed late after working hard. Normally he doesn’t wake me up, but on this evening he gentle shook me and told me, “if you get up to go to the bathroom, make sure you close the door.”
I opened one bleary eye and looked at the clock. It read 3:25. That would be AM. And being not totally awake my verbal skills just weren’t up to par so all I could do was ask, “why.” “There’s a possum in the bathroom,” he replied. “A whut?” “A possum.” “What?” My Beloved calmly replied, “There’s a possum in the bathroom eating the cat food. I heard it up on the roof, there must be a breach in the eves. Just close the door when you go to the bathroom.”
Me, “What? Did it come in through the hole the bats were coming in?” Him, “I don’t know. I’ll check.” So at 3:30 am my Beloved tromped downstairs, and then tromped to the basement. The next thing I hear is SLAM! SLAM!! If you don’t slam our basement door it doesn’t close right. TROMP, TROMP, TROMP.
My Beloved – “I guess I didn’t close the door to the basement and the possum came in there.” Now my brain is fully awake and I’m thinking “Ok, what ELSE came in?” But, I said, “OK.” Beloved, “But it’s closed now. The possum is cute.” Me, “No, we can’t keep it!” Him, “I’ll take it out in the morning.” Me, “Ok.” Him, “Remember to close the door to the bathroom so the possum doesn’t escape.” Me, “There’s a possum in the bathroom.”
Possum, “crunch, crunch, crunch.” That’s the best fed possum in our back yard.