||[Feb. 24th, 2006|05:03 am]
The question isn't *how* did a possum get into my bedroom, but 1) *why*? 2) how did I not hear it until 4:30? and 3) how long had it been there?
Did you get it to play dead, or did you get Joey to herd it outside?
We had a possum in our office last year because it had babies in the ceiling. But I'm guessing converted retirement home ceilings are different from regular home ceilings, so you probably don't need to worry.
Roy slept with a opossum!
That's freakin awesome.
i had a bat in my bedroom once.
I was taking a bath in my house once when I heard a scrabbling at the ceiling. I looked up and what I presume was an opossum foot tore through the corner and it peeked at me.
It does this when it gets cold now.
It probably wanted to get to the health kiosk.
The question is "How did he get a set of keys?"
actually roy, you got it all wrong. the question IS *how* did the opossum get in your house. then, #3 and then, #2. #1 is obvious.
eek! Okay, we'll keep the door locked, even when we're home.
i have the worst possum story ever.
the Off Center was having a possum problem, to the point that we had a siren noise making thing that we plugged in each night to keep them away. one day i noticed a funny smell near the dressing rooms. the next day the smell was so pungent we had to open every door and turn the industrial sized fans on. by the end of rehearsal it was too overpowering, so we went hunting for the odorous perpetrator. turns out a possum had gotten stuck between some fallen insulation and the wall and had DIED in the space. fucker was swollen as hell and when the insulation was cut away from the wall, the pressure on its bloated body caused it to partially burst. not that i was anywhere nearby, having taken refuge outside with a few other wimps.
2006-02-27 08:11 am (UTC)
That is hot shit
Man. I cannot top this animal-in-house story, and my brother and I lived in the woods of massachutsetts for 10 years. That is awesome, ro.