Troy was just coming down for breakfast when he saw what looked like a giant rat tail cruising around to the other side of the kitchen island. He went to investigate and found an opossum in our kitchen! I came downstairs shortly after and Troy just as calmly as ever says, "Mom, there is an opossum in the kitchen."
He said it so calmly that I didn't get what he was saying at first. When I discovered the opossum for myself, I sent Troy out the door to the bus and I ran upstairs behind a baby gate and called animal control. After an hour and a half they finally showed up and this is what they found:
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| The rest of the family lives under our shed |
2 comments:
Oh my gosh, this is grossing me out!! I can't believe it. Sick. I could never work for animal control.
EW! That's freakin' sick!!!
We had a opossum in our basement of our old house. Steve used a broom and swung it like a hockey stick to get it out. SICK SICK SICK!
Gives me shivvers remembering.
That picture is so sick. Wait til my mom sees it!
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