You cain’t eat possum with sweet podaydoes, no suh. 'Possum and ramps, that’s the way you wan’to go now. . .
“Ramps”?
Early, wild spring onions
Sounds like an except from that new book, “The Night Mr. Hanky Came to Town”. 
This was at my grandma;s in Kentucky - it was a scorpion climbing up the tub drain as I stuck my head under the water to wash my hair, kneeling on the floor. I shrieked, hit my head on the faucet as I jerked up, stumbled around w/ a half-wet head while yelling for my dad. He came in, picked it up w/ a napkin and repatriated it to the side yard.
Give me the persimmons, provided they’re ripe. Nothing better. The damn possum can just die.
We’ve had the bat-in-the-house thing, and now we may have the possum thing. My neighbor told me she saw a baby possum in our yard. It hissed at her before it sauntered off.
But the one that takes the prize is when my parents moved into a used trailer when their new house was being renovated. I was helping them move in when I took a potty break. I looked over into the tub, and there were a few scorpions in there. I went back in a few hours later and saw more. My mother tried to flush them down with a towel, but one of the little bastards crawled up the towel and stung her. (We then learned about the efficacy of meat tenderizer and added it to the shopping list.) When my father came over with the moving van the next day, he looked for the nest, which was in the ceiling above the bathroom. The first thing that he unpacked was his portable blowtorch, which took care of the nest in short order. Some years after that, my (now ex-) husband and I were living in the house when a large scorpion crawled into the dining room. My ex grabbed a pair of BBQ tongs and dropped the critter in a jar of industrial-grade rubbing alcohol. I kept it to serve as a Warning To Others. Then, about 10 years later, and in a completely different city, a couple of scorpions found their way into my parents’ pool, where they lay lifeless on the bottom.
Suffice it to say that I am deathly afraid of scorpions.
Search also fails me but we had a bat in our apartment once.
We used to leave the door to the balcony open so that our cats could wander in and out at will. One day, we are watching TV and I hear this ‘sqeak, SqueaK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK’ noise from out there. Well, we lived on the 17th floor and there was pidgeon netting so no birds could get in so I just assumed that SOMETHING TERRIBLE had happened to my kitty. I pick her up and see that there is something in her mouth. So, I open her mouth and out flies a bat.
I swear I have never moved so fast in my life. Kept hold of the cat in my arm (who was desperately trying to get away to grab the bat, grabbed cat #2 in the other arm and yelled over my shoulder ‘there’s a bat in the apartment!’ to my husband as I ran into the bedroom, closed and locked the door.
After a few seconds, my husband realizes what is going on and asks for help catching it. No way, no how and I am not coming out until it is gone.
It took him about half an hour to catch it and another 20 minutes to release it. I spent the whole time cowering on the bed with a death grip on the kitties.
i’m a bit curious on what you did with the bedding and bed. i’m reckoning on a bonfire to serve as a lesson to others that may wish to crash uninvited.
Yikes. I saw a possum once. I was NOT expecting it. I had never seen one before and I stumbled upon it around 9 or 10 in the evening in my backyard. I was so startled I started screaming. My dad thought I was getting murdered and when I told him I saw a “giant, ugly rodent thing!” he laughed and said it wasn’t a big deal.
So - I sympathize with the trauma of having a possum IN YOUR HOUSE.
This had me laughing so hard I cried, and so loud I scared the cats.
Am I the only one seeing a potential explanation here?
Oppossums are cute! I wouldn’t try to catch one barehanded or anything, but I would probably be more apt to slowly try to retrieve my camera than I would be to freak out.
I see little ones like this periodically in my yard.
I’ve never seen a big one. I was able to get within a foot of this one to take the picture.
That reminds me of the last time a surprise make me shriek like the little girl I used to be…
I got up to use the bathroom one night, and noticed one of the cats batting around a toy mouse in the dark. Eventually it got flung at my feet. Thinking nothing of it, I reached down and picked it up by the tail to toss it to him…only to realize it wasn’t a toy mouse at all. It was a real mouse, really dead, not playing possum. Eww.
Everyone says possum the O just seems to be extraneous.Granny Clampett baked possum pie not opossum pie.
Ha ha, you are right! It was the door. The only reason I was so sure it wasn’t the door is that I had been so paranoid about keeping the door shut because the cat had been peeing on our bed.
We have since figured out the possum came in around the drain for our washing machine. We keep the cat’s food in the laundry room and there had been a sudden mysterious uptick in his cat food consumption. This means the possum went up two flights of stairs and through the door that I must have left open.
No more possums (or cat food stealing) since securing the washing machine drain.
