Forgotten Graffiti

Could've made soup...

My family's house is situated on a creek. Well, realtors call it a creek. It made the transition from natural creek to drainage ditch when the city of Plano decided to fill it in with concrete.

However, a creek's a creek. And with creeks comes the perfect habitat for a wide variety of critters. Commonly seen animals include owls, bats, ducks, the occasional coyote, and possums.

Possums are perhaps the most disgusting rodent put on this earth. Our neighborhood is full of them. Before moving into this home, it was my understanding that possums were mostly nocternal. I believed that until I started seeing possums as big as cats frantically crossing the streets in broad daylight, with their 18" tails dragging behind them.

All this to say, I had quite an adventure last night. I got home at about 1AM and proceded to walk through the living room when I heard the sound of our blindes rustling against the window. My thought was "man, that's got to be a massive bug to be making all that noise".
I flipped on the light, and this is what I saw:

Please forgive the resolution. My cellphone posesses the Hubble Telescope of phone cameras. Regardless, that possum was in my house and had climbed half way up the blindes. I was ticked.

My mom has one of those telescopic reach'n'grab arms that pinch when you squeeze them. I used it to pinch the sucker around the middle. I think he figured the game was up--there was no playing dead, just spitting and hissing. I took him out back and threw him over the fence (he almost cleared it...his head nailed in iron bar on the way over) He didn't move upon landing, so I figured he was either trying to play dead or pretending death wasn't necessary. Unfortunately, he wasn't there this morning when I left the house.

Nasty little critter. This is MY house.

posted by Seth @ 12:53 PM