Friday – Home Invasion

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about home invader Jeff and I threw in the back of his pickup truck and dropped off in the woods yesterday evening. It's alarming to discover that someone has taken up residence in your garage without asking. Especially when they are the sort to go through your garbage and leave the place spelling like urine.

The saga began last week when Jeff announced: "We have a possum* living in our garage."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Because I saw it. It's a baby one."

"Awwww. What do you want to do about it?"

"There's a guy at work who has a trap he said I can borrow."

"Cool. Why does he have a trap?"

"Let's put it this way, we call him Roadkill Robert. He lives in the woods and eats whatever he finds out there."

I just looked at my husband.

"I'm not kidding."

"You aren't going to give him our possum, are you?"

"No, I'm going to let it go somewhere that's not here."

"Well, until then, he's part of the household," I said, "Let's name him Eddie."

Yesterday morning, I went in the garage and found this note on top of the cage:




It seems Eddie is a girl.

( Not Just Playing Possum )