Or, at least, call the security guys and have them come and scratch their heads.
There was an Opossum (from the Proto-Algonquin aposum, or white beast) in one of the trash bins this morning at Scanning Central. The security guys, the maintenance guys, the housekeeping folks, and the animal control peeps were all alerted. Everybody ran about and waved their hands.
Until one of the valet parking dudes rolled the trash bin (with aposum inside) carefully over to a landscaped bit of ground with plenty of bushes and tipped it over. The white beast made its way (trundle trundle trundle, wide-butt-ily) to the far side of the landscaping and disappeared.
Possums got big teefs.
And so do I. Scans were today; results of scans and possibly an Evolution of the Bug, tomorrow.
Yay, Parking Guy! Possums are cute, as long as you don't make too much eye contact, or look too close at those yellow teeth. Plus, if you think about how darned stubborn you have to be to be the only marsupial in North America.
ReplyDeleteHopefully you don't hiss like they do,...unless called for
ReplyDeleteGlad someone figured out what to do.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for tomorrow Jo .
ReplyDeleteSometimes the people with the most book smarts have the least common sense, and the hands on guy saves the day.
ReplyDeletePraying tomorrow goes well.
With all those teeth and ugliness (although, I'll admit, I think they're freakin cute) opossums, are surprisingly non-aggressive. And your interesting bit of 'possum trivia for the day...opossums are generally not considered to be rabies vectors because they have such a high body temperature the rabies virus does not survive in their bodies.
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Sometimes it just takes a kid to say "Hey! he aint got no clothes on!" before everyone sees the obvious solution.
ReplyDeleteKeeping my fingers crossed for ya!
Pogo Possum ("I go Pogo") had a high body temperature?
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Ah, possums. Perennial stealers of the barn cat food, and occasional occupiers of the outside cat condo. They are very cute as babies, I might add, having raised a handful of them saved from roadkill's pouch when I was younger and a volunteer at a wildlife rescue. Much like little kittens. And then they grow up without the grace (assumed or real) of a cat.
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