Last summer we went to our neighbor's house to bake fish and bread in his oven. The sourdough took a long time to rise so I ended up sitting out in the back yard until late at night watching the oven and talking. All of a sudden we heard this crinkling in the leaves and there were two baby possums. Don caught one and we contemplated keeping it as a pet or perhaps giving it to someone we know.
But who wants a huge carnivorous rat in their house?
So he walked a block away to release it. In the meantime three more babies wandered by. I think they live in his basement.
No comments:
Post a Comment