Unwelcome Visitor

One day back in May the boys and I were in the living room. As is usual (well was) the boys would go to the patio and play there and come in and go back out. Getting them to keep the door closed was impossible. So we had a show on and I was reading something when out of the corner of my eye I see something crawling across the carpet and under the train table. I thought it was a baby raccoon! I started squealing and pretty much running around the apartment without a clue what to do. All the while the boys just keep watching their show. I grab a broom and try to locate where he's gone. No luck. So I pick up the phone and call Jim. As it's ringing I swear I hear a voice in my head laughing saying to me, "What in the heck is Jim going to do at work?" So I hung up. Both the boys were now planted on the couch and I realized hey I live in a dang apartment complex this is what maintenance is for! I called and a woman Sharon answered. I hysterically told her I needed maintenance to come get a baby raccoon. She starts laughing and says she thinks baby raccoon's are cute and will be right down! No joke she came barreling down the hill in that golf cart with a cigarette dangling from her lips. I thought oh my I'm about to get shown up! She tossed the cigarette down and said, "All right where is he?" I had finally located the bugger hiding behind our toilet and locked him in the bathroom. I let her in and just heard a few tussles and a, "Come here you!" Next thing I know she's coming out with this little head poking out of a towel. That weren't no raccoon it was a baby possum! She put him outside and the little bugger turned on her like he would bite her if she came too close. She laughed and said it was perfect she'd just returned from a funeral and this was exactly what she had needed to cheer her up. Hey whatever I can do to help right?? The moral of the story...... we keep that screen door closed now that's for sure.