I didn’t want to taint the loveliness that was yesterday’s post with more talk of animals throwing themselves at me so I neglected to get into the beginning of my Wednesday. The part before I ran about all over town with MissB and the mystery person who shall not be revealed.
The tedious part.
The waking up at 6:15 to shower part.
The getting K and Mr. Kaos ready for school and work (respectively) part.
The rushing out the door and walking K to school only to find something blocking our way part.
Blocking our way? What? No… that’s not part of the everyday happenings on our way to school. Whatever could it be?
That’s right. It’s an opossum. K and her two friends gathered around it blocking the sidewalk so we couldn’t get through. I swear I saw it’s little eye close and then open again. They oohed and aahed. I told them not to touch it. The other mother? She told them not to touch it… but they were drawn in.
Kids: Is it dead?
Me: I don’t know. It’s possible it’s playing dead. That’s their defense mechanism.
Kids: IT’S SO COOL!
Me: It’s a rodent. Do not touch it. Come on, we need to get to school.
Kids: BUT… LOOK AT IT.
Me: What if I take a picture? Then will you move along
Kids: YES YEAH YEAH TAKE A PICTURE!!!! PLEASE!
Me: Fine. step away from it.
and then… I took that picture. Wanna see it again? No?
Yeah, I get it. Doesn’t do anything for me either.
But there it was. The opossum that I was pretty sure was playing possum. I snapped the shot, I showed the kids and off to school we went.
They were still asking if it was dead and my only response was that we wouldn’t know until we went back later. Another mom pointed out that if it was still there after we dropped off the kids we could be pretty certain it was dead dead and not just playing at it.
Kids? Dropped off. Me? In a huge hurry to get home and finish getting ready to go so I can meet MissB at 9:30, but still I walked back past the creature only to see one of the other mom’s bent over the huge rodent with a piece of paper in one hand and a paper sack in the other…
She was going for it. It was dead. Her youngest daughter wanted to put it to rest so they’d decided to bury it in their back yard.
I stepped back about 3 paces and watched as she crinkled up her nose and wrapped the paper around the possums tail lifting it into the paper grocery sack. Against my own better judgment I began to imagine the weight of it and how much it would have pulled against her fingers as she held it by the tail.
She folded the bag shut and tucked it into a bottom basket of her stroller.
Oh. My. Yuck.
We walked together until it came time for her to turn towards her house and then I sped up my strides to get to the house as quickly as I could.
I washed my hands 5 times when I got home… and I never even touched the thing.
All this happened within couple of houses of my raccoon occurrence last Friday. It was a block from the great snake attack *cough cough* of May 08.
Nature, Cami and that block have something going on…
That’s when it occurred to me… not too long ago an acquaintance’s daughter said I looked like Snow White. I won’t lie. I was flattered. Thrilled. Tickled.
OK, totally stoked. With her smooth black hair, milky white skin and red red lips… oh if goth girls heart a princess Snow White is the one we heart (I’m so right aren’t I Flutter?).
What if this little princess hearting girl was on to something… what if she’s right.
What if…. What if I am Snow white? It would explain all the animals… I really hope 7 short miners don’t start following me around expecting me to clean up after them… cause that’s just not my gig…
No really it’s not. Just ask Mr. Kaos or the dust bunnies under our bed…