A possum just walked through our backyard. Man are they ugly, all crooked, and pointy where they shouldn’t be. Then it walked by again, this time with one of its babies in its mouth. Poor kid, has no hope of ever looking any better than this hideous mother.
Stacy was the first one to see it. I was quite shocked when she said she just saw something bigger than a cat walk through our yard. Bigger than a cat? That requires something really creepy, because it would have to be able to navigate over a six foot fence, which only leaves coyotes, bears, and yes, possums. Meanwhile, hubby Hank was actually in the backyard at the time, “fixing” the sprinkler system. When I stuck my head out the back door and told him what Stacy said she had seen, he chose the wrong path for his reaction. “I can’t believe that,” he said. “I’m right here, and I didn’t see anything.” Of course, he had his head buried in a how-to book and his arm wrapped around a cracked thing-a-ma-jig, but he still was sure he would have seen any intruder lumbering through the back forty. OK, Hank, I’m sure it won’t be long…and it wasn’t. A minute later, ugly mommy was back wandering through with her baby in mouth, apparently she was moving without the aid of a U-Haul. Is it my mother’s instinct to know never to question a kid who says they’ve seen something big in the backyard? Well, Stacy ended the moment with one final comment to her father…”Dad, have you ever known me to cry possum?” I think we have mixed our animal metaphors, but the point was well taken. When normally quiet, not prone to the dramatic, Stacy, says she’s seen something, you might want to start running, because the answer is no, I have never known her to cry possum. As for ugly momma and her offspring (I’m talking about the possum here, not me)…I think they’re going to stay a while, because warrior Hank armed with his six foot tree trimming pole, never located the squatter’s newest homestead. So, welcome ugly beasts, one and all.