I swore I would not write one more word about the opposum. But there are a couple of things that just need to be said.
First of all, I can’t believe all of the rodent, muskrat, squirrel and skunk stories out there just waiting to be told! I love your comments! Please give me all the details. Then I don’t feel so alone in this world of furry creatures.
Second, I spotted the opossum today running across the patio and under the grill. OK. I use the term “running” very loosely here. It was more of a low-to-the-ground semi-quick waddle.
Fine. I can handle the possum taking up residence in the backyard.
But not this! Not SCALING the screen door as if my children wouldn’t notice his fat body and furry tail as he scurried to the top. Excuse me, Mr. Possum! You are NOT a spider! You are not even a squirrel! What are you doing climbing the screen door?!?
Oh, no. And NOT THIS. Not standing with his front paws on the sliding glass door, staring at the children with his eyes pleading, “Feed me! I loved your Fritos! I loved your Frosted Flakes! Please toss me one of those cheese sticks! Mmmm. Those brownies look good!”
This is TOO MUCH!
Repeat after me, Mr. Possum: “I am NOT a pet! I am an over-sized rat! I belong in the forest!”
Oh, my… I feel some poetry coming on.