Friday, July 16, 2010
Bulls eye...(you'll get it in the end)
We live in a semi-rural/farming area, about ten minutes out of the nearest town and about 1 1/2 hours from the big city. Being in this type of setting is a little odd for a city girl but odd in an interesting sort of way. We have all kinds of little critters, creatures, etc. around here. We are bordered on the east side by a working Christmas tree farm, which is loads of fun in the off season because there are lots of trails that lead to the river about 1/2 mile away. On the west side we are bordered by an apple tree farm and rhubarb. To my north is a University of Washington test farm which is always growing some sort of interesting tree or grass. And to the south....well to the south, about 30 miles, is a volcano. O.K., not your usual surroundings. Anyway, suffice it to say it's not unusual to see deer, squirrels, rabbits, or the dreaded Opossum wandering up and down the streets/yards. The Opossum certainly has to be one of God's most interesting, if not ridiculously ugly creatures. They love this warm weather and it appears to be baby season because they nightly taunt my dog, Gracie, by walking along the top of our fences. Have you ever seen an Opossum walk??? It's quite strange as they tend to lumber rather than "walk." They are slow movers as well, and basically......well, not too bright. Being scared will actually put them in a temporary coma, which may be a good way of coping, I haven't tried it yet.
So, as I said, Gracie and the Opossum population are not the BFF's. She'll chase them up a tree and bark incessantly until I literally drag her into the house. Imagine my surprise when, sitting on my back porch, in the lovely sunshine, minding my own business, she came around from the side yard with a huge Opossum in her mouth. Did I mention they are nocturnal and this was the middle of the day? Well, hell she scared the crap out of me (no I didn't go into a coma) and she seemed a little surprised herself! She dropped said Opossum at my feet and me being a girl and all screamed that little scared girl scream. (You know what I'm talking about, don't deny it.) Apparently in my oh crap, screamy girl mode I could think of nothing better to do than throw a bucket over the thing and wait for my husband to get home from work.
Fast forward: about 4 hours later and remember the Opossum is trapped under a bucket and has been "cooking" in the afternoon sun for quite some time. Baseball nut arrives home and I tell him there's something on the back porch waiting for him, under the bucket, and it'll be quite smelly and such. He went out and lifted the bucket only to come face to face with a wide-awake, screaming, snarling, hissing, large Opossum. (I honestly thought the thing was dead when I threw the bucket over it). I have never seen someone simultaneously move so fast, yell out several "colorful" words, scoop up the Opossum in the bucket, and toss it over the fence into a nearby ditch, with such ease and fluidity as I did then. I guess that is where the term " playing Opossum" comes from.
And just for fun, a little known fact for all you ladies out there~~~
Female Opossums have thirteen nipples, twelve of them are in a circle and one is in the middle, kinda like a bulls-eye. And no, I didn't check, I read it somewhere.
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