It is seriously not coincidental.
Mid 2001: Drew is gone at some overnight thing for school. I find a mouse in the garage. For the rest of the year, whenever I see said mouse (or rat). Drew isn’t home. He also finds it amusing that I am SO freaked out by it (I also make him do the laundry for the rest of the week).
Yesterday: Tree-trimmers find a possum’s nest in our tree and for SOME strange reason they felt the need to take me out and SHOW it to me.
It’s huge, it has a FREAKING long tail.
OMG, I wanted to die.
So, I call my dad. He tells me to show what i’m made of and go out and take a picture of the possum so I can put it on the blog. I gathered my britches and went out, but thankfully the tree trimmers had scared it off. Of course, that doesn’t changed the fact that he has a NEST in our TREE and it’s full of BABIES. EWWWWWW…
Drew also finds this whole situation amusing.
BTW, I called animal control, and they said that even if they were to trap him, they’d just release him in our same neighborhood. They also said that chances are there are a lot of Possums in our neighborhood, I just never see them. They also reassured me that they are completely harmless to myself and my children.
Frankly, I don’t feel any better.
New plan: Drew never leaves, and I we never have to have anything furry in/near our house.
Sounds good eh?
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